Yeah
They don't know how the fuck we comin', man
Know we trappin', gettin' to this motherfuckin' money
Ikey Mikey, we on our OTF shit, you heard?
Shit, man
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Let's get it)
Trapping still, going stupid, yeah
Trapping hard, getting to it (To it)
Get the bag, run through it
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it (Run through it)
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
Trapping still, going stupid, yeah (Going stupid)
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it (Run through it)
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah (That Uzi)
Why it seems like all my closest niggas hate on me
I been smokin' dope in every state, they should wait on me
I done spent some cake, about 50K on this bracelet
Fuck what you sayin', mask off, you know we takin' shit
Pull up in them trucks, you outta luck, you know we facin' shit
I'm never with a basic bitch, yo bitch, she on my waiting list
Plus she cannot take the dick, I ate her up like steak and shrimp
Fuck you mean, nigga? I'm a demon, I get busy, nigga
I'm on a bean, I had a dream I had to kill a nigga
It's what it seem, my whole team worth some millis, nigga
Send that mini van to come and get ya (Skrrt)
We off them pills and exotic liquor
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Let's get it)
Trapping still, going stupid, yeah
Trapping hard, getting to it (To it)
Get the bag, run through it
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it (Run through it)
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
Trapping still, going stupid, yeah (Going stupid)
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it (Run through it)
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah (That Uzi)
You be smokin' out the Zips and we be smokin' out the pounds
You be shootin' out the whip and we'll run and gun you down
Whole gang in all black with choppers finna paint the town
Better pray to Allah 'cause God can't save him now
Came from the jungle, bust the brick and made like 80 thou
I could never fumble, hit the plug up when it touch down
Get yo bitch and dick her down
And have my young bitch eat her out
Yeah, have that young bitch eat her out
Trapping hard, gettin' to it
Diamonds on me, she choosin'
Ice on me, I'm coolin'
Got some Bloods with me, they boolin'
Boy, who the fuck is you foolin'?
I been trapping hard, gettin' to it
They prayin' on my downfall, I can never see myself losin'
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Let's get it)
Trapping still, going stupid, yeah
Trapping hard, getting to it (To it)
Get the bag, run through it
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it (Run through it)
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
Trapping still, going stupid, yeah (Going stupid)
Trapping hard, getting to it (Get to it)
Get the bag, run through it (Run through it)
Pop some pills, I might lose it, yeah (Might lose it)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah (That Uzi)
30 rounds in that Uzi, yeah
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