[ Featuring Topp Rocka ]
Yeah
On god
Told the plug gotta throw a bag if you want to talk
I don't need no pussy niggas around me that's the first flaw
Told the plug gotta throw a bag if you want to talk
I don't need no pussy niggas around me that's the first flaw
Dope make your jaw lock
Paper chase unlock the door behind you when you walk in
Knocking at my window for some more I up the 40 at him
Where my f*cking scale at
Ima sale the shit until it's gone
But I won't mail it back
Rocka where the trap shit at it time to bring it back
Thick bitch ass fat
Told the hoe to throw it back
Plug say he think he save the lows like he love the lows
I replied I love the lows
He looked at me and through a bowl
This can make your heart stop I think it came off of both
F*ck them niggas no they aint my kind I throw up the seven
Pussy nigga acting outta time better keep your weapon
All I hear is cap in your rhymes I don't want to hear it
Ima up this bitch every time I be on my pivot
I don't do no drive by
Walk up and face mines
Taught me how to rock it fast nigga turn the pen around
Dope sold money off a phone that's how I move around
Wanna know that dope clean baptize the dope nigga
Ask my pops how to whip he looked at me he seeing green
Walk up in this bitch fly as f*ck don't even need a team
Thirty bussing out my jeans
Dope and my shoes clean
Repping for my niggas for those times when we was broke and dreaming
Ima show you how to sell it fast you gotta beat the streets
Posted at the store never again I gotta feel that heat
3.5 in that air and but when you sliding keep it lowkey
I been selling cream lowkey talking about ice cream
Look out for the dope feins the trap niggas still hate
Ima bust the brick down soon as that bitch hit the streets
Stand there and let them niggas know you got it you gonna beat the streets
(Ima bust the brick down soon as that bitch hit the streets)
(Standing there and let them niggas know you got it you gonna beat the streets)
Aye, kell
Three K's posted in the trap but I ain't racist
Mask on gloves on you can't even see our faces
Knock his brains out that little boy been acting to laymen
Ima young trenchkid and my heart is too dangerous
I been tryna talk to God but Satan picking up the phone
Telling me to take these drugs and try to get up in my zone
(But I'll get in my zone, f*ck it I'll get in my zone)
He a Internet shooter till he get hit with the chrome
Look inside my pockets I get bands without a flute
Money maker pill popper I can really act a fool
Got big smoke all in the air but this ain't nothing cool
Wanna be a trapstar time to take your ass to school
Lesson one get your pack flip that bitch and then repeat
Drop the ticket for the low so you can knock them off they feet
Lesson two don't play around just get your bread up out the streets
And if they play you like a bitch you better up it with the heat
So call me trapstar scholar I got all the shit you need
I got percs pills and lean don't forget to mention weed
You would think that I'm a fat boy I'm keeping so much P's
No we can not relate you ain't seen the shit I've seen
Told the plug you gotta throw a bag before I walk in
I can't keep no pussy niggas around me I'm just gonna pop them
Walk them down pop his ass I ain't got no time for talking
Roll the blunt ain't passing shit do I look like John Stockton
(One car two pills three deep with four sticks)
(Sounds like somebody's getting drilled)
(No I don't got no time for no bitch)
I'm tryna flip the pack and get rich
