Look at this young nigga
Uh-huh
Look at him
I see him, Unc', I see him
Down there, sittin' in his car
Smokin' weed, look at them bitches
Look at him, he thuggin'
I see him, Unc' (20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)
Geeked up, look at him, gettin' high as a motherfucker
Yeah, he is high as a motherfucker
Him and all his little compadres and shit
They talkin' 'bout they gang
Look at them motherfuckers, all them motherfuckin' guns and shit
Makin' the motherfuckin' block hot
I don't fuck with them niggas
Them motherfuckers got to go, they fuckin' up a real nigga money
What you gon' do? What you gon' do?
Blam
Bitch, I be geekin', I'm high like a China man
I got the stick, it's from Africa
I'm with hyenas, they comin' right after you
I am a boss so you know I'm a trapper, bruh
In the trap spot tryna count it out, add it up
Sippin' on red and this lean got me slow as fuck
Take all these drugs, man, you know I'm a addict
On Adderall, got my gun, don't panic
Bro with that Glock and you know it ain't jammin'
AR-15, man, you know it do damage
Got the Draco when we spin 'round your block
Shoot through your window, no callin' the cops
Hello? Hello? Hello?
This that fuck nigga?
Who the fuck is this?
Nigga, get the fuck off the block, nigga
The fuck you mean, get off your block?
I just be geeked out my mind, yeah that's always
I got my gun on me always
In the hood posted with cup in my hands
Stuffed crust blunt and my pocket full of bands
Smokin' on bubblegum, bitch wanna dance
Poppin' that pussy just for these blue bands
Throwin' footballs in my cup, them Xans
Muscle relaxer got me feelin' like a new man
I am in that, bitch, and I'm moving
Geeked up, hell yeah, bitch, and I'm zooted
Yeah, man, you know I had to tell that nigga Nudy (Sure 'nough)
Down the block, man (Sure 'nough)
Tryna fuck up my plays and shit, man (They said they lookin' for you though)
Who that is right there?
In the trap house tryna get 'em in, get 'em out
You ain't get no money, slow motion, need to hush your mouth
McDonald's drive-thru, nigga, like a traphouse
I can get 'em in right now, they can get it out
Told the competition, pull up on you, we gon' switch it down
Gotta touch the tweet on the Glock, you ain't hear a sound
He a pussy cat, so I gotta go and kill that
Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain't gettin' shit back
Niggas get robbed every day, nigga, know that
Tryna hold your nuts, tell your bitch come and hold that
Got it in her mouth and the bitch steady chokin'
Laughin' at the bitch 'cause the ash keep fallin' on her face
Gelato out the blunt that I taste
I smoke to the face while she give me the face
She ask can she hit it? Like, bitch, no way
Out a ho spot, bitch, have a good day
Back in the traphouse bustin' down nines
Tryna turn a deuce to a four
Still tryna whip it, try to stretch out some more
Got some young niggas tryna come and work the door
Trap slow right now, we need some more
Buddy just called, man, let's go rob them folks
Heard he got the scoop, say he got all the dope
And wipe him out too 'cause we need all the dough
In the trap house tryna get 'em in, get 'em out
You ain't get no money, slow motion, need to hush your mouth
McDonald's drive-thru, nigga, like a traphouse
I can get 'em in right now, they can get it out
Told the competition, pull up on you, we gon' switch it down
Gotta touch the tweet on the Glock, you ain't hear a sound
He a pussy cat, so I gotta go and kill that
Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain't gettin' shit back
Niggas get robbed every day, nigga, know that
Tryna hold your nuts, tell your bitch come and hold that
Got it in her mouth and the bitch steady chokin'
Laughin' at the bitch 'cause the ash keep fallin' on her face
Gelato out the blunt that I taste
I smoke to the face while she give me the face
She ask can she hit it? Like, bitch, no way
Out a ho spot, bitch, have a good day
Have a good day
Hahaha, have a good day, bitch
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