Yeah You feel me Yeah, you know what I'm saying? Trap talk shit, you know what I mean Murda on the beat, so it's not nice Yeah Ain't nothing nice over here, nigga You gotta get shit your own way Trifecta shit, you know what I mean?
You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (what's happening) I drop the ball right out of the gate, now I'm trapping Nigga, quit capping Put a little shit up, we taxing (taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then they maxing (free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing, talk that shit over the phone They talking that shit in the tweets (they talk) We can see that shit all on the 'gram (I see it) Nigga we 'bout to go ham Run that shit or shut it down (woo) We 'bout to go out of town (suu) Come back and bring all the pounds
We 'bout to go out of town (go) Bring her back, breaking it down (break it) 30s, 50s, hundred rounds Sipping, smoking out the pound Can't put a smiley face, fuck a frown I want that cash, nigga, fuck a crown I give my [?] to my niggas who been with me From the past 'cause they stayed down (for real)
It's a couple niggas that with me, I cut 'em they loss It was never found (cut 'em) It's a lot of shit that we done did that we can't talk about or show on the 'gram They pay me to go out of town That shit like a boomerang, come back around We just like a movie When cameras come out and they flashing like Tarantino was around Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls I'm talking a Cullinan, color of brown (Rolls) We put your face on a T-Shirt Drinking codeine, I'm thinking my teeth hurt (drank) I jumped off the porch, feet first Before I eat, I gotta get geeked first (geek) They told us we done inspired 'lil bro And I told 'em: Go do your research They calling the flag but we see the opps We buy 'em a new hearst (new hearst) Cheat on my bitch and I told her I'm sorry But fuck it, I bought her a new purse (Hey)
You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (what's happening) I drop the ball right out of the gate, now I'm trapping Nigga, quit capping Put a little shit up, we taxing (taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then they maxing (free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing, talk that shit over the phone They talking that shit in the tweets We can see that shit all on the 'gram Nigga we 'bout to go ham Run that shit or shut it down (woo) We 'bout to go out of town Come back and bring all the pounds
You know how it go (go) [?] Fuck, but she know what I know (hey) Kick down a door, that was all that I know Credit card fraud and I bought me a bowl Chrome heart drip, take a pic, I'm lit (drip) Multi-millionaire riding with a stick (million) Make her do a handstand, sucking good dick (woo) Where would I be if I ain't never hit a lick? (Hey) Who put a bag on your head, you a bitch (who?) Chopper gon' shatter 'em, spray 'em like Chris We ball together, I give an assist Can't fall, no never, I ain't second, not shit Thank God for my life, I wasn't right I seen my mama cry, middle of the night My brother got hit up, he fight for his life My watch is heavy, these baguettes is light I'm popping meds and I know it ain't right I cannot sleep like a thief in the night Dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped (hey) The chopper gon' spit out the teeth like it's Mike I bought me the Lamb' then I bought me the Rover I don't drive but I keep me a chauffeur I stay focused, the game is poker I put diamonds in Cartier bifocals We winning, let's pour up and toast then (let's pour up) She like when I fuck her and choke her She set up the opps and we smoke 'em (opps) Ain't no drought in the trap, we in motion (Hey)
You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (what's happening) I drop the ball right out of the gate, now I'm trapping Nigga, quit capping Put a little shit up, we taxing (taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then they maxing (free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing talk that shit over the phone They talking that shit in the tweets We can see that shit all on the 'gram Nigga we 'bout to go ham Run that shit or shut it down (woo) We 'bout to go out of town Come back and bring all the pounds
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