Before this rap shit, we've been pulling drills I do this rap shit, I don't want no deal
Niggas talking like they hot, but never in the field
Touched a hunnid bandz, off this rap, I'm tryna touch a mill
Ha, I'm tryna touch some more It's two to four, tell them nikkas up the sco pass bro pop, I guarantee that he finna blow
How the fukk you say yo trap jumping, but your motion slow
How you say you're trap jumping, but ain't got a bag
Drop four-five, out four-five like I'm Fredo bagz
Hold on, we going stupid
You had that pole for five years and ain't use it
Turn the traction off, ina scat, I'm finna lose it
You tryna slap yo bihh, cause she listen to our music
Niggas wearing SI diamonds, nikkas foolish
It's two to four, we up the sco, these nikkas still losing
Hold on, what you nikkas saying
Baby, ree nine-eight, I'm the f*cking man
Four pockets full, I tried to stuff a hundred in my pants
On the road, just me and Siah, and we touching bands
Nikka, it's just me and Wallah
Nikka, ran into that K, he heard pha-pha
Me and bro got the trap jumping an the block high
You told on your brother on that skit, you is not hot
Nikkaa, you a straight nerd, ask the opps
We don't get back, bihh, we get first
You ask about the bihh, I'm in the bih purse
She was a saucy bum, I'm the reason that the bih turnt
I'm the reason that she turnt up
Opp nikkas tried to bend that block and got burnt up
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Before this rap shit, we've been pulling drills I do this rap shit, I don't want no deal
Niggas talking like they hot, but never in the field
Touched a hunnid bandz, off this rap, I'm tryna touch a mill
Ha, I'm tryna touch some more It's two to four, tell them nikkas up the sco pass bro pop, I guarantee that he finna blow
How the fukk you say yo trap jumping, but your motion slow
How you say you're trap jumping, but ain't got a bag
Drop four-five, out four-five like I'm Fredo bagz
Hold on, we going stupid
You had that pole for five years and ain't use it
Turn the traction off, ina scat, I'm finna lose it
You tryna slap yo bihh, cause she listen to our music
Niggas wearing SI diamonds, nikkas foolish
It's two to four, we up the sco, these nikkas still losing
Hold on, what you nikkas saying
Baby, ree nine-eight, I'm the f*cking man
Four pockets full, I tried to stuff a hundred in my pants
On the road, just me and Siah, and we touching bands
Nikka, it's just me and Wallah
Nikka, ran into that K, he heard pha-pha
Me and bro got the trap jumping an the block high
You told on your brother on that skit, you is not hot
Nikkaa, you a straight nerd, ask the opps
We don't get back, bihh, we get first
You ask about the bihh, I'm in the bih purse
She was a saucy bum, I'm the reason that the bih turnt
I'm the reason that she turnt up
Opp nikkas tried to bend that block and got burnt up
Niggas talking like they hot, but never in the field
Touched a hunnid bandz, off this rap, I'm tryna touch a mill
Ha, I'm tryna touch some more It's two to four, tell them nikkas up the sco pass bro pop, I guarantee that he finna blow
How the fukk you say yo trap jumping, but your motion slow
How you say you're trap jumping, but ain't got a bag
Drop four-five, out four-five like I'm Fredo bagz
Hold on, we going stupid
You had that pole for five years and ain't use it
Turn the traction off, ina scat, I'm finna lose it
You tryna slap yo bihh, cause she listen to our music
Niggas wearing SI diamonds, nikkas foolish
It's two to four, we up the sco, these nikkas still losing
Hold on, what you nikkas saying
Baby, ree nine-eight, I'm the f*cking man
Four pockets full, I tried to stuff a hundred in my pants
On the road, just me and Siah, and we touching bands
Nikka, it's just me and Wallah
Nikka, ran into that K, he heard pha-pha
Me and bro got the trap jumping an the block high
You told on your brother on that skit, you is not hot
Nikkaa, you a straight nerd, ask the opps
We don't get back, bihh, we get first
You ask about the bihh, I'm in the bih purse
She was a saucy bum, I'm the reason that the bih turnt
I'm the reason that she turnt up
Opp nikkas tried to bend that block and got burnt up
Writer: recon adanandus
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