Keep a bag lil bitch
Don't blow that
It's some fetti to be made
Bitch I'm Trappz got thraxxx you know that
I can't switch up shyt one day
I'm gon go so fucking hard
Until them zeros by my name
Not a dog I do not bark
Cuz I'm a shark inside a tank
Rocket fuel inside my blunt so it's some gas inside my tank
I fuck wit cookies not the runtz you niggas corny and that's lame
Pussy boy was talking down but I do not remember names
It's ok cuz I count commas and them niggas Countin change
Mind my business put in work and I just stay inside my lane
Brodie told me cop some jewelry I don't want no fucking chain
I want couple budding business that stuck right to my name
But it's ok if you don't get it you want bitches to say you flame
Nigga think that life a game
Well it is you bad at playin
I suggest you get ya shyt together get yaself a plan
I suggest you move in silence and stop flexing like the man
I do not condone the violence we can talk it out instead
Beef it don't come wit no commas
Get that comment in ya head
4L shyt I love my bruddas
All my niggas is my kin
Run a couple hunnit racks and imma split it all wit them
Before them I got my momma bitch I'll do it all again
Step wit my brudda we on for real
You ain't what I'm on you drawn so chill
All of my bruddas we rolling the thraxxx
And we keepin the pack we ain't poppin no pills
Some of my niggas be pouring it up but it's no way Im touching a seal
Y'all niggas be drawn wit all them straps like the navy
Bitch you ain't a seal