[Rob49]
Yeah
Yeah
[Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been outchea blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I'ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?)
[Rob49]
How you say it's good? Behind closed doors, you actually claimin' smoke
Callin' it alone, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo
Call a nigga bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard
Call it what you want, lil' nigga play, I'ma put them niggas on ya
And I like goin' illegal, nigga, and I like fuckin' ??? bitches
Look light, but I keep my pistol, I'ma make 'em come creep up on you
Bruce Lee how I kick shit, I'm a real bag getter, alright
She be tryna play hard to get, but I know bro hit it
Told me believe it, but I can't
Don't touch 'fore I got some rank
All this money give me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, nigga
[Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been outchea blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I'ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?)
[Icewear Vezzo]
Pints of lean, that's three hundred G's, it comes off ice and east
Got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that bitch likes the trees
Pop two sixes, rollin' off them Benz, it's where I bite my teeth
Throw that dog shit up, we ran all week until it's time to leave
Got a extra brick right by the store that came from cookin' loaves
Pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her pussy, ho
Fetty way too strong, an overdose, and we got off the road
Switchie on this bitch, it shoot so fast, I damn near lost control
He almost home, that mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes
Bro gon' spin around, flip that old bitch just like he lost his phone
My lil' jit, I'd rather take a hit before he drank some Trish
Busted out the wrapper in all zips like a plate of grits
[Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been outchea blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I'ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?)
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