I just wanna hide my face deep inside these racks
I don't like to show my face I'm deep inside the trap
I done lost it all, got some weight and got it back
Different trips to Cali, bitches don't know how to act
I done sold it all, you can come and get right
I was sippin' lean, drop a four in your Sprite
When you in this life, keep your gun and move cautious
Hanging around some killers, but we move like some bosses
Tunnel vision, I been bustin' dots in different states
Comin' from a ounce to 16 O's, you movin weight
All my bitches flawless and they got a lil cake
448, we get the P's to your place
I done shook the bag, I got my haters hella mad
Dreamin' bout a Jag, I couldn't wait till I got cash
I ain't got it yet, but I promise I got a bag
R.I.P Newt, man, I looked at you like a dad
Stamped, stamped, stamped
Soulchild
Soul of The trap
Lil' bitch, you can't judge me by my cover
Moral of the story, bitches judge you how you f*ck em
I think I roll the best woods, where the judges
I'm labeled as a pothead I don't give a f*ck, nigga, I love it
I started as a small pup, I had to grow up
Drinkin liq in front of sauce
I'm kinda lit, but I can't throw up
I'm in the crib, I'm off a pill, he told me roll up
I'm bout to drop a tape soon, my niggas bout to go up
We all next, don't you hate when they talk crazy and you ain't f*ck yet
My man got a watch, and he ain't even bust it yet
I took my shot without eatin', now my tummy upset
There's always somethin', man
Berries and the booms in the funk, Ozzy Osbourne on stage
The human race it
The za out its the greatest
Got her body done just to save it
Purple weed, strain', lookin' like a raisin
I like when it's a paper
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I just wanna hide my face deep inside these racks
I don't like to show my face I'm deep inside the trap
I done lost it all, got some weight and got it back
Different trips to Cali, bitches don't know how to act
I done sold it all, you can come and get right
I was sippin' lean, drop a four in your Sprite
When you in this life, keep your gun and move cautious
Hanging around some killers, but we move like some bosses
Tunnel vision, I been bustin' dots in different states
Comin' from a ounce to 16 O's, you movin weight
All my bitches flawless and they got a lil cake
448, we get the P's to your place
I done shook the bag, I got my haters hella mad
Dreamin' bout a Jag, I couldn't wait till I got cash
I ain't got it yet, but I promise I got a bag
R.I.P Newt, man, I looked at you like a dad
Stamped, stamped, stamped
Soulchild
Soul of The trap
Lil' bitch, you can't judge me by my cover
Moral of the story, bitches judge you how you f*ck em
I think I roll the best woods, where the judges
I'm labeled as a pothead I don't give a f*ck, nigga, I love it
I started as a small pup, I had to grow up
Drinkin liq in front of sauce
I'm kinda lit, but I can't throw up
I'm in the crib, I'm off a pill, he told me roll up
I'm bout to drop a tape soon, my niggas bout to go up
We all next, don't you hate when they talk crazy and you ain't f*ck yet
My man got a watch, and he ain't even bust it yet
I took my shot without eatin', now my tummy upset
There's always somethin', man
Berries and the booms in the funk, Ozzy Osbourne on stage
The human race it
The za out its the greatest
Got her body done just to save it
Purple weed, strain', lookin' like a raisin
I like when it's a paper
I don't like to show my face I'm deep inside the trap
I done lost it all, got some weight and got it back
Different trips to Cali, bitches don't know how to act
I done sold it all, you can come and get right
I was sippin' lean, drop a four in your Sprite
When you in this life, keep your gun and move cautious
Hanging around some killers, but we move like some bosses
Tunnel vision, I been bustin' dots in different states
Comin' from a ounce to 16 O's, you movin weight
All my bitches flawless and they got a lil cake
448, we get the P's to your place
I done shook the bag, I got my haters hella mad
Dreamin' bout a Jag, I couldn't wait till I got cash
I ain't got it yet, but I promise I got a bag
R.I.P Newt, man, I looked at you like a dad
Stamped, stamped, stamped
Soulchild
Soul of The trap
Lil' bitch, you can't judge me by my cover
Moral of the story, bitches judge you how you f*ck em
I think I roll the best woods, where the judges
I'm labeled as a pothead I don't give a f*ck, nigga, I love it
I started as a small pup, I had to grow up
Drinkin liq in front of sauce
I'm kinda lit, but I can't throw up
I'm in the crib, I'm off a pill, he told me roll up
I'm bout to drop a tape soon, my niggas bout to go up
We all next, don't you hate when they talk crazy and you ain't f*ck yet
My man got a watch, and he ain't even bust it yet
I took my shot without eatin', now my tummy upset
There's always somethin', man
Berries and the booms in the funk, Ozzy Osbourne on stage
The human race it
The za out its the greatest
Got her body done just to save it
Purple weed, strain', lookin' like a raisin
I like when it's a paper
Writer: Mark Lee
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