Jay Critch - Cargos Lyrics

Ayy, yeah (readin' these niggas like a book, man)
Hood Fav
Ayy, but you knew that
Huh (Talk Money Gang)
(Katari)

I could read people, it's like they came with a barcode (yeah)
Just left from Wells Fargo (yeah)
That bag on me need some extra pockets, need some cargos (racks)
And I been fly since Polo tees with the cargo (Hood Fav)
Boxes in the trap, it look like we movin' the cargo (jugg)
I'm speakin' from afar though (shh)
That Benz you was postin', man, where the fuck did that car go? (Where?)
High beams on the foreign make bitches start sin'in' high notes (hey)
You know I stay high, but I'm sober soon as you try though (soon as you try it)
So don't try that shit (so don't try that shit)

Everythin' I wanted as a kid, now I go buy that shit (buy it)
She could never play me like I'm broke, I could go buy that bitch (stupid bitch)
I made your wifey my bottom bitch (hey)
Stick to the code and I honor it (honor it)
Shooters, they got zero tolerance (zero)
Double cup raisin' my tolerance (lean)
Ayy, I went and fucked up a bag
But you know I still have some cash on the side of it (still have some cash on the side)
We beat the money, start wylin' with it
Niko World, you know 30s gon' slide for it (Niko World)
And I'm havin' this shit so I'm poppin' it (pop it)
You see me up, but it used to be opposite (used to be opposite)
Ayy, young rich nigga, no stoppin' it
R.I.P. Take', he up on a rocketship (R.I.P. Take')
Still with the gang, you 'ready know who I'm rockin' with (30)
I was thinkin' like a prophet way before I was ever atop it (Hood Fav)
Don't let that go over your head
I was shootin' for the stars, you shootin' over the head (over the head)
These niggas be in they feelin's over these women, shootin' it over the head

I could read people, it's like they came with a barcode
Just left from Wells Fargo (yeah)
That bag on me need some extra pockets, need some cargos (racks)
And I been fly since Polo tees with the cargo (Hood Fav)
Boxes in the trap, it look like we movin' the cargo (jugg)
I'm speakin' from afar though (shh)
That Benz you was postin', man, where the fuck did that car go? (Where?)
High beams on the foreign make bitches start sin'in' high notes (hey)
You know I stay high, but I'm sober soon as you try though (soon as you try it)
So don't try that shit (so don't try that shit)

Hood Fav, huh
So don't try that shit
Man, all that money you was postin', man
That whip you postin', man, what happened, like, fuck that shit go?