Two,Two, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
Deuces in my minute made
All the bad, all the fucking pint way to many plays
Real trappers, trappin' in that trap, way too many days
Real trappers, slide scammer I get paid to many way
Bad bitch from overseas, she been here like twenty days
Chopped her and her friend up, I'm gon' do that anyway
Murk
He a renegade, robbed the boy like anyway
Shoot shit up like NBA
Flip the block, no NBA
Mango, he got plenty cake
Ballin' lil hoe, NBA
Ballin' hard, they in the way
Hundred shots, ten a day
Hundred racks, vacuum seal
I got racks on racks for real
I was trappin' back when I ain't had shit
Thousand dollar pass a pill
That alone was on the hill
Jogging home he trappin' still
Ain't been home, racks for real
Rob a home I'm bad for real (Ye, yeah)
Trappin' bricks, you tried to wrap me, you gon' get killed
I got the chopper with a hundred rounds drums, this shit can get real
Five hundred bags come in the mail, Glock .40 don't ring the doorbell
Buy my side hoe, some new Chanel
Ain't no sleeping, this a better, not your house
Killer junky he goin' to the door out
Catch you slipping, shoot you right through the couch
Money get Dr boogie man come out
Sippin' on pure codeine, cheap niggas always drinking on green
Pull out the chopper, you see the red beam
Her eyes wide, bitch, rollin' on me
Take off your hat when you talk to a king
Don't need no witnesses, we clear out the scene
I got the cat and it came with no key
Focused on money, not tryna compete
I got the drip, what you tryna be
Set up shop trap right on the boot
Pit bulls and I'm off of the leash
I appoint one of you niggas so I do not speak
Even the shooters get shot, packin' and movin' them out
Trappin' in Gucci socks, VV's in my Rollie watch
I turn my wrist, control the pot
My young niggas control the block
Niggas, they hate and plot
Shooters, they raid the spot
Set up the place, set up the bait, we gon' take the guap
Ice inside of my wrist, I used to be broke but I hit a lick
I shine no light I glis theses niggas, I rob with a stick
My shoes cost your rent, I'm flyer than Clark Kent
Coupe with a dark tint, I ride with an F&N
The bags, I'm gettin' them in
Two piece, a bitch and her friend
My chains Michael Meir, these niggas is broke, period
Took off like a jet lear, I'm not around unless a check near
VV's on my neck here, these niggas pussies like a pap smear
Trappin' and servin', gettin' packs here
Take 'em all to a bad place
Hundred thousand on a bad day
I was down bad, now I'm bad straight
Took the foreign keys to the valet
With a bust down my Rollie face
Nigga's ass, tits, they outdated
Gang here, we got bag here
Hunnid bag in the bag real, did that last year
All the traffic, all the cash here, too much cash here
I just played doing her dad here spend her last year