Ando con la paca encima de mi
And it's falling on me, Im out of pocket
I got all these tuties falling for me and I can't go for them
These bitches out of pocket
Rondo Numba 9 wit' a fuckin' rocket
Bitch Im always totin'
Check my pocket
Bitch Im always showin'
On my body
My lil' Glock thottie got a couple bodies
She got high mileage,
No college,
Ksubi Jeans wit' no stylist,
And you can try me if you think you bout' it
You can die quick if you think about it
And I have to pop shit just to think about it
And you do the same shit, that's the thing about it
And I did a lot shit, wit' a lot of shawties
And I did a lot of shit, when I had my 40
And you can't do nun' bout' it cause you can't control me
And you can't do nun' bout' it cause you cannot hold me
And you can't do nun' bout it cause you ain't for me
I get greens now I got takeover
Oh you mad bro, bro you been lost her
Oh you mad bro, cause' I been sauced her
(Go!)
Pour a 4 Up
Pour 4s wit' a Peach Soda
Gotta Slow Up!
Caught that nigga at the show
Pussy nigga mad he ain't got his pole
Foh' 10 Racks I could get em' gon'
Whole gang slide nigga kick doe'
Nigga you not my kinfolk
Im in the trap with a foreign hoe
Me n my twin got matchin poles
These niggas mad they can't find the sauce
They askin me how much it cost
Better go find it or you gon' get lost
Yo bih' wan' hang wit' the fucking goats /
Dat lul' bih' yeees she wanna' dose'
Of course lul' bih'
I needed more racks like the fuck is a friend
Up in the Trap I did it again
If you can find em' go catch his mans
N im fin' go slide on em, nigga just ran
Tatted up his neck, feel like a Bad Guy Dirty Dan
Post up in the Traphouse not the Loud House I ain't shaking any hands