Lyrics Cross Country Tripz - A Plus Tha Kid

Couldn't nobody hold ya
Oouuu
Ooouuuu

Ain't no in between wit me only bad bitches get seen wit me
I never had bitches that mean to me im pass high too sedated off the lean and tree Ayo im cool on you
Damn cause I already told her sorry not sorry the party is over
Mind of a pimp and the heart of a soldier couple years ago I would've already sold ya
But I growed ya from a bammer seed to a dosia got you some exposure when nobody knowed ya held yo ass like couldn't nobody hold ya and now you gambling wit trust
Going through my phone repeatedly tryna fuss if it wasn't for plus you'll still be riding the bus
Mistaking love for lust now look what happened to us got me thinking back when I wasn't rapping the much only trapping and such
When I first start slapping them guts you ain't know the difference from a blunt wrap and dutch
Now you rolling up woods and sliding through niggas hoods where they hating on the kid knowing it ain't good
But i misunderstood never thought you really would turn into a full fledge faggot (damn)
Ho you outta pocket disrespecting the mackin it's gone be a fee if you ever tried to get back in (huh)
I started stacking you was rolling wit yo friends baggin now how I make this dodge magnum a Benz wagon (oouu)
And why the stairs in the living room zig zaggin thick bitch on a king size big bad one
Rose gold tracing marble floors and it's stone cold if they ain't talking bout money then leave em on hold
Both pockets lookin fat wallet on swole chasing money that don't fold

Cross country trips did a lot of them shits man I used to pray to god I rich born broke so I gotta get chips ain't another nigga hotter than this
Cross country trips did a lot of them shits man I used to pray to god I rich born broke so I gotta get chips ain't another nigga hotter than this

Ain't another that's hotter she tore me off and gave that other nigga nada
I ran it up and then my brother went and got her these bitches come and they go tho don't worry bout it
I'm to the point where the regular seem small to me I'm tryna ball with the one that's giving it all to me (here)
No short cuts and no half days lazy hoes get crossed off wit a sad face (woops)
On a fast pace in a cash race tryna burst into first never last place
Had to search through her purse it was frustrating no change so I left her at the bus waiting (tire screeching)
Who else hating they pay us true playas before the deal I was walking out wit two pairs
Ducking from the feds running through squares I know they somewhere watching niggas but who cares

Cross country trips did a lot of them shits man I used to pray to god I rich born broke so I gotta get chips ain't another nigga hotter than this
Cross country trips did a lot of them shits man I used to pray to god I rich born broke so I gotta get chips ain't another nigga hotter than this

Name one

She tore me off and gave that other nigga nada

Oouu