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Abgr Lil Cory - 716 Lyrics

716 Lyrics[Intro: Trap Dickey]
Yeah (Buddha)
(What's going on, Juko?)
Trap

[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
Backstreets and real beef, that's how I came up
Slangin' iron, the police on my trail, it's time to change up
Black trucks, hammer tucked, we pullin' up in Rangers
Born and raised up in the streets, I fell in love with danger (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Trap Dickey]
Okay, banana clips on all the choppers, hit the gas when the police stop us (Boom)
Hitter sins like straight up vodka (Trap), we the type to leave 'em dead
Niggas be tellin' the shit we done, I'm thankin' God I ain't in the feds
Me and my brother lockеd in forever, sellin' burgеrs like Kenan & Kel (Boom)
Real trapper from Carolina, niggas know I'ma beat the road
Sold so many pounds, I might as well take a trip to the Super Bowl (Trap)
I know killers who slidin' for real, lost his mind and played with his nose
I know niggas who slidin' for real, but he gon' tell everything he know (Boom)
I bring a 'bow back to the trap, police pull up, I'ma hit the door (Gang)
I came up from sellin' QPs, it's crazy I get a truckload (Boom)
Sippin' on Qua' 'fore I met Takeoff (Trap), I keep a rocket on me (Yeah)
I'm plugged in with all the streets (Boom) like I got a socket on me

[Verse 2: ABGR Lil Cory]
I'm super turned up to the max, designer head to toe (Yeah)
I'm gettin' off, plug just sent another load (Load), same day I got that shit off (Yeah)
Jewelry like a bag of ice, I'm hittin' up, I don't need no light
Nigga, I let my money talk, I went spent thirty on my teeth
Get rich or die tryin', stackin' up my profit to the ceiling
Bankroll full of dead people, Franklin bustin' out my pocket (Yeah)
Trap doin' numbers, I got play lined up just like a drive-through
Better go and get some money, nigga, that's what I advise you (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
Backstreets and real beef, that's how I came up
Slangin' iron, the police on my trail, it's time to change up
Black trucks, hammer tucked, we pullin' up in Rangers
Born and raised up in the streets, I fell in love with danger
Backstreets and real beef, that's how I came up
Slangin' iron, the police on my trail, it's time to change up
Black trucks, hammer tucked, we pullin' up in Rangers
Born and raised up in the streets, I fell in love with danger (Danger, danger)