Nah, man, when we go for somebody and he's there
Anybody that he's rolling with can get it, yes
'Cause that's how the ting goes you can't leave witnesses
You can't leave a man to say, "Yeah, I did see"
No, no trace, no witness, innit?
That's how the ting goes, grimy
Back road, black car, I let the seat slide
When you hear them shots in the ends, make sure the P's right
Ammi, stuntin' with the racks, stack that knee high
I ain't sittin' in a traffic jam when I wait for the green light
DQ on silent but the green light bling, bling
Collect the pack, run up a check, bands in my pocket, ching, ching
Vacuum seal or it's the cling
Five outta ten goes in the bin (okay, okay)
Took a L then another one but I turn the next one round to a win
I'm dealing with birds but I don't see ticks on Twitter (Twitter)
Came up from the curb now they tell me I'm that nigga (nigga)
I don't roll with my phone, I pattern that pack on Wickr
I just sent out the text now I wait for the
PC just like a chick on Tinder (okay, okay)
Fast route but my one's quicker (uh-huh)
Spent racks and my stack get bigger (how?)
I ain't ever seen a million pound but
I seen grub make cats bounce like Tigger
T house, that's where I live
Bicarb and a Pyrex fizz (whip)
Have you ever seen a thousand grams?
You ain't gotta go outside to see bricks (no cap)
Count up bands, that's everyday paper cuts (ching, ching)
Elastic bands, stack too big, it might bust
Fuck the police, they wanna see us in cuffs (fuck 'em)
I got old friends showing man love 'cause they heard that I got grub
Count up bands, that's everyday paper cuts (ching, ching)
Elastic bands, stack too big, it might bust
Fuck the police, they wanna see us in cuffs (fuck 'em)
I got old friends showing man love 'cause they wan' come to the club
White slab, cost more than your German,
Will I ever stop serving? (Will I ever stop serving?)
These niggas don't live their raps, cap 'cause I know them in person
Peng grub, I'm pedalling then the
Cats come my way, diversion (come my way)
Green box, no medicine, kit in the kitchen, whippin' excursion
Whippin' with man, bro need a medal for that, top chef with no hat
Get me a pack
There's only one in the bag, told him, "I'm bigger than that"
Got work in the back, pack, didn't go school, OT bop to the trap
Count it to stack all the purple
Notes, fell back in love with the trap
I was live in the T before I could
Rap (huh?), big dreams, pockets on flat
Done a Houdini in that trap, turned ten pound to a bag
Break it down, it's sold, now my LV pouch is swole
And I still get paper now, even though they turned plastic notes
Gotta thank God I made it home
Take risks when I wake up, only the Lord knows
Green and purple buds lookin' like five and score notes
I was on road, you was at home watchin' a porno
Trappin' and rappin' is all I know, I just want more dough (okay)
Count up bands, that's everyday paper cuts (ching, ching)
Elastic bands, stack too big, it might bust
Fuck the police, they wanna see us in cuffs (fuck 'em)
I got old friends showing man love 'cause they heard that I got grub
Count up bands, that's everyday paper cuts (ching, ching)
Elastic bands, stack too big, it might bust
Fuck the police, they wanna see us in cuffs (fuck 'em)
I got old friends showing man love 'cause they wan' come to the club