(Girl, is that) nigga
Hell nah, we ain't sell
Them niggas nothin', they the police
Punch me in (Punch me in)
Keep all that, nigga, let's get this
Shit, let's get this money, nigga
Ayy, nigga, yeah
Trappin' in the Hills
I ain't change clothes in four weeks
Tryin' hard as hell just to
Keep this shit lowkey
Just had a thousand yams
Now I'm on my last four G's
Grab all the jewelry out the safe
New hunnids out the bank
Two thousand for my jeans
Spent a band on some drank
Ten thousand on your head
You'll be gone in a day
I know you ain't really shoppin'
'cause you coppin' in LA
I just killed the summer
Put six hundred out the Bay
It ain't a turnaround if you
Ain't back the samе day
Back to back, me and Ray, them niggas hurt
Look at they facе rollie cost me sixty
I ain't never set the time of day
(Time of day) i made a killin' off them
Pills that look like basketballs
You niggas mad 'cause we still
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all
Hit the club for thirty days straight
And f*ck up the bars
Buy Kris and don't drink it
Pour that shit all on broads
Throw twenty for no reason
Do that shit for my dogs
Big F, Forgiattos, though
I'm f*ckin' 'em raw
I jump right out the foreign
I ain't gotta put it in park
If I told you what it took
I wouldn't know where to start
Gave my all to the streets
This shit done frozen my heart
Ayy, nigga (That's right)
Made a killin' off them pills
That look like basketballs
Still broke, that's the reason we
Don't f*ck with y'all, nigga
Nigga, ayy i made a killin' off them
Pills that look like basketballs
You niggas mad 'cause we still
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all
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(Girl, is that) nigga
Hell nah, we ain't sell
Them niggas nothin', they the police
Punch me in (Punch me in)
Keep all that, nigga, let's get this
Shit, let's get this money, nigga
Ayy, nigga, yeah
Trappin' in the Hills
I ain't change clothes in four weeks
Tryin' hard as hell just to
Keep this shit lowkey
Just had a thousand yams
Now I'm on my last four G's
Grab all the jewelry out the safe
New hunnids out the bank
Two thousand for my jeans
Spent a band on some drank
Ten thousand on your head
You'll be gone in a day
I know you ain't really shoppin'
'cause you coppin' in LA
I just killed the summer
Put six hundred out the Bay
It ain't a turnaround if you
Ain't back the samе day
Back to back, me and Ray, them niggas hurt
Look at they facе rollie cost me sixty
I ain't never set the time of day
(Time of day) i made a killin' off them
Pills that look like basketballs
You niggas mad 'cause we still
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all
Hit the club for thirty days straight
And f*ck up the bars
Buy Kris and don't drink it
Pour that shit all on broads
Throw twenty for no reason
Do that shit for my dogs
Big F, Forgiattos, though
I'm f*ckin' 'em raw
I jump right out the foreign
I ain't gotta put it in park
If I told you what it took
I wouldn't know where to start
Gave my all to the streets
This shit done frozen my heart
Ayy, nigga (That's right)
Made a killin' off them pills
That look like basketballs
Still broke, that's the reason we
Don't f*ck with y'all, nigga
Nigga, ayy i made a killin' off them
Pills that look like basketballs
You niggas mad 'cause we still
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all
Hell nah, we ain't sell
Them niggas nothin', they the police
Punch me in (Punch me in)
Keep all that, nigga, let's get this
Shit, let's get this money, nigga
Ayy, nigga, yeah
Trappin' in the Hills
I ain't change clothes in four weeks
Tryin' hard as hell just to
Keep this shit lowkey
Just had a thousand yams
Now I'm on my last four G's
Grab all the jewelry out the safe
New hunnids out the bank
Two thousand for my jeans
Spent a band on some drank
Ten thousand on your head
You'll be gone in a day
I know you ain't really shoppin'
'cause you coppin' in LA
I just killed the summer
Put six hundred out the Bay
It ain't a turnaround if you
Ain't back the samе day
Back to back, me and Ray, them niggas hurt
Look at they facе rollie cost me sixty
I ain't never set the time of day
(Time of day) i made a killin' off them
Pills that look like basketballs
You niggas mad 'cause we still
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all
Hit the club for thirty days straight
And f*ck up the bars
Buy Kris and don't drink it
Pour that shit all on broads
Throw twenty for no reason
Do that shit for my dogs
Big F, Forgiattos, though
I'm f*ckin' 'em raw
I jump right out the foreign
I ain't gotta put it in park
If I told you what it took
I wouldn't know where to start
Gave my all to the streets
This shit done frozen my heart
Ayy, nigga (That's right)
Made a killin' off them pills
That look like basketballs
Still broke, that's the reason we
Don't f*ck with y'all, nigga
Nigga, ayy i made a killin' off them
Pills that look like basketballs
You niggas mad 'cause we still
Ain't f*ckin' with y'all