K-Trap, M Huncho – Shipping Costs

Lyrics Shipping Costs – K-Trap, M Huncho

Jump in the wagon, the Goose is with bro
We ain’t takin’ the risk, take it with us to shows
Didn’t think I’d make it five years ago
Now I look at these diamonds, my wrist is on rose
Kiddle Crescent like I’m starrin’ in Blow
I package this s**t, get myself on roads
Used to do tours with all types of these drugs
Now I’m tourin’ the world ’cause I’m hear to record

Gave them boys their dinner
Shared my plates with killers
I ain’t here to fit in
I’ma stand up, grind, no kiddin’
Hundred racks for Cali
Paper D-T-C, no shippin’ costs
Yeah, I’m still out dealin’
Hands-off, but still grippin’
This is the life I’m livin’
They labelled me a villain
So I f**ked up the whole kitchen
Louis, still no fit-ins
Every diamond hittin’
In the pouch, this ting don’t fit in

I ain’t doin’ nothin’ to fit in, I got bigger problems
I just sourced these hollows, hopin’ they fit in
Get me the masks and the mittens
You ain’t ever got the green light on shippin’
Call off, wait ’til the bricks in
I feel hot in this kitchen
But keep that window shut, I’m whippin’

Stuff fifteen then I pull back once
Madman, bro tryna do it drunk
That’s wavin’ dro like me and Hunch
Hate when it’s unexpected
I gotta burn this Louis, I rather the Tech fit
Walk through the entrance, I left man with exit

Look around, it’s kwengers and brick boys
Told my youngen, After you bine him
Download bine, that’ll pay in Bitcoin
See me in live at shows, cool, she better be fearin’
Thing on me, I bring it on stage like Sheeran

Gave them boys their dinner
Shared my plate with killers
I ain’t here to fit in
I’ma stand up, grind, no kiddin’
Hundred racks for Cali
Paper D-T-C, no shippin’ costs
Yeah, I’m still out dealin’
Hands-off, but still grippin’
This is the life I’m livin’
They labelled me a villain
So I f**ked up the whole kitchen
Louis, still no fit-ins
Every diamond hittin’
In the pouch, this ting don’t fit in

This money don’t fit in the duffle
I got the bam-bam like I’m Rubble
Post on the ends, you can’t touch me
My glizzy’s my b**ch, we just cuddle
These internet bruddas confused
And they’re still on the fence
Broker, I’m still in a Benz coupe
Zin, I’m still in the ends though, yeah

I still got corn for donny
Still gotta send my man with the shotty
Feel like Temz after I whack my man
I don’t need no other body
Matter of fact, I do
The gang tryna pack a few, it’s true
I’m with a brownin’ one and the back is huge
I’m tryna match her mood

My outfit costs a brick of yay, no time to be sittin’
On road like Insulate Britain, all these cells I’m hittin’
My killy ain’t got no chill, do it with his girl with him
Hit a civilian, it’s a failed mission

Gave them boys their dinner
Shared my plate with killers
I ain’t here to fit in
I’ma stand up, grind, no kiddin’
Hundred racks for Cali
Paper D-T-C, no shippin’ costs
Yeah, I’m still out dealin’
Hands-off, but still grippin’
This is the life I’m livin’
They labelled me a villain, so I f**ked up the whole kitchen
Louis, still no fit-ins
Every diamond hittin’
In the pouch, this ting don’t fit in…

Written by K-Trap
Album: The Last Whip II
Produced by Quincy Tellem
K-Trap | M Huncho | 2022

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