Nigga you can't come round here
Blowing smoke up in the air
Geeked as fuck up in my lair
Freely growing just like my hair
I done lost a couple hunnit
This one time it wasn't fair
Fuck if karma gon get to em imma stay up outta that
And I rather run up racks
Me and gang we rolling thraxxx
It's ok if you can't smoke it down like me bitch you ain't Trappz
When I whip it's need for speed
My commas need to get em back
Hunnits green and blue at that
I go so crazy on attack
Who the fuck is dropping more than me like please just answer that
It's ok ignore the fact
That you can't worker hard than Trappz
I been booted up since birth and I ain't never going back
She just tooted up let's work
You just know that imma blow her back out
Racks up
Pussy boy chill get ya racks up
You mad son
Damn song
Walking round like you the man son
You can son
Trash can bum
I cannot hold you for ransom
Cuz ya ass isn't worth shyt bitch
I go so dumb in the pit bitch
Rolling up dope feeling lazy
No I am not poppin no shyt bitch
Now here she come acting crazy
Knowing I shouldn't have hit, miss
On the outside not a misfit
On my own wave and I drift it
Drizzy be showing me drip
Got the craziest fits and he always do flick em