Come trap for a bit
Stack up then chips
That lil bitch a dime
And she gotta strap on her hip
That lil bitch is mine
And she throw it back when I hit
I was getting high 3.5 sitting in my lips
If I don't reply she get mad than a bitch
I was smokin cherry pie
3.5 witta spliff
Come slide for a bit
Ride with the clique
I could get you flyer than bitch
Higher than you been
Come slide lil baby I'll make it right
I been trying to change my life
My plugs jus named the price
Fucking wit mine
We comming to take ya life
Im pouring the drugs up
Wit candy and lemon lime
I'm stuck in my ways
She's always changing her mind
She always making me wait
She always takin her time
I can't feel a thang
I'm drinking it till I'm blind
I'm drinking it like screw
I think I can slow time
Runnin through the numbers with my brothers
Like it's nothing
I really wanna fuck wanna her I don't want her
I'm jus stunting
Spent a couple 100 on a gun it got a drummer
Getting sick of all the bitching so I
Switch her with the other
Hit her witta rubber
Chillin witta cutter on my hip
Getting blunted
I puff it then I come up wittta hit
I see em comming
I tuck it in my true religion fit
Cuz some my brothers
Made a living off the counterfeit
Keep running
Them number bitch I swear I'll never quit
Keep it hundred, you fronting mane
You never wit da shit
I'm getting blunted
I puff it then I come up wittta hit
I see em comming
I tuck it in my true religion fit
Yeah
Gotta lotta contraband
Got that shit from Pakistan
Counting up the guala witta chopper
In my other hand
I could make em dance
Chopper make em do the running man
Gotta lotta bands
Need another pack of rubber bands
Come trap for a bit
Stack up then chips
That lil bitch a dime
And she gotta strap on her hip
That lil bitch is mine
And she throw it back when I hit
I was getting high 3.5 sitting in my lips
If I don't reply she get mad than a bitch
I was smokin cherry pie
3.5 witta spliff
Come slide for a bit
Ride with the clique
I could get you flyer than bitch
Higher than you been