Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Make me a flip and its gone
I done went and took trips on that road
Got stop by DEA agents when I got on that plane cause some niggas had told
I really don't know what they on
But the pack it was already sold
I think that I'm getting to known the number one goal is to stack and maintain
Was never really into that fame
Won't value or cherish a chain
Ain't trusting no nigga aint loving a bitch they all counterfeit and gone change
Ima trapper ain't in the rap game
So you can still die from that flame
Let loose and it's off with yo head when I flip up that switch and up rise with that mack
Ima trapper been getting in them packs
Pull up and just spin where you at
Fast lane I was swerving the scat
I done shot out to Houston for ACT
Gotta case stuffed right in the back
If I ever go broke you get jacked
I Never got hired as a youngin but still had that money even though I was jobless
Ridge estates the DEA's they came knocking
Occupation was trappin and robbing
In the attic them pounds I was hiding
Selling clothes how I ship in disguise it
Had a warrant pull over while riding
Got out and got right back to droppin
You know where I'm at you talking get stretch like f*ck it I step in margielas
I know that they envy and jealous
Gas off wit my foot on the pedal
I done went and I bust down the bezel
Thats yellow canary them diamonds they dancing
And I know that these niggas can't stand me
F*ck all that shit cause I'm still up in Hammond
Like bitch I'm gone build me a mansion
Real flashy you know that im fancy
Got acres surrounded with fences
And I told em sit back and don't panic
On a big screen I'm watching surveillance
We caught em we gone leave em faceless
Getting Loaded just back and forth pacing
Ducked off cause they building them cases
I put my lil bitch on a perky
She gone keep her a bag like a birkin
That where she gone keep all my work at
She like how im trappin and servin
Pull off in a phantom with curtains
Paparazzi be watching and lurking
Pent house suite at the top of the Sheraton
I dont mean to come off as arrogant
My money out spoken it speak for itself all of my diamonds you stare at it
F*ck it this a 5 star lobby
Toast up with killers and goblins
Li Shawn he whipped down in the hotty
I bang in the bricks where it's slimey
Ya mans he get hit pulling homi's
Got work in my sock need a dime bag
(Aye bitch a im really getting money forreal im telling ya)
I been getting off them packs keep em coming
Took a trip off to Cali wit my cousin
Gotta 100 band jug up in motion
In the trap wit Li Bean we was thuggin
Put the forgis on the cutlass now he stuntin
In the streets you can die all for nothing
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Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Make me a flip and its gone
I done went and took trips on that road
Got stop by DEA agents when I got on that plane cause some niggas had told
I really don't know what they on
But the pack it was already sold
I think that I'm getting to known the number one goal is to stack and maintain
Was never really into that fame
Won't value or cherish a chain
Ain't trusting no nigga aint loving a bitch they all counterfeit and gone change
Ima trapper ain't in the rap game
So you can still die from that flame
Let loose and it's off with yo head when I flip up that switch and up rise with that mack
Ima trapper been getting in them packs
Pull up and just spin where you at
Fast lane I was swerving the scat
I done shot out to Houston for ACT
Gotta case stuffed right in the back
If I ever go broke you get jacked
I Never got hired as a youngin but still had that money even though I was jobless
Ridge estates the DEA's they came knocking
Occupation was trappin and robbing
In the attic them pounds I was hiding
Selling clothes how I ship in disguise it
Had a warrant pull over while riding
Got out and got right back to droppin
You know where I'm at you talking get stretch like f*ck it I step in margielas
I know that they envy and jealous
Gas off wit my foot on the pedal
I done went and I bust down the bezel
Thats yellow canary them diamonds they dancing
And I know that these niggas can't stand me
F*ck all that shit cause I'm still up in Hammond
Like bitch I'm gone build me a mansion
Real flashy you know that im fancy
Got acres surrounded with fences
And I told em sit back and don't panic
On a big screen I'm watching surveillance
We caught em we gone leave em faceless
Getting Loaded just back and forth pacing
Ducked off cause they building them cases
I put my lil bitch on a perky
She gone keep her a bag like a birkin
That where she gone keep all my work at
She like how im trappin and servin
Pull off in a phantom with curtains
Paparazzi be watching and lurking
Pent house suite at the top of the Sheraton
I dont mean to come off as arrogant
My money out spoken it speak for itself all of my diamonds you stare at it
F*ck it this a 5 star lobby
Toast up with killers and goblins
Li Shawn he whipped down in the hotty
I bang in the bricks where it's slimey
Ya mans he get hit pulling homi's
Got work in my sock need a dime bag
(Aye bitch a im really getting money forreal im telling ya)
I been getting off them packs keep em coming
Took a trip off to Cali wit my cousin
Gotta 100 band jug up in motion
In the trap wit Li Bean we was thuggin
Put the forgis on the cutlass now he stuntin
In the streets you can die all for nothing
Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Hit up my plug and he gone send a load
Make me a flip and its gone
I done went and took trips on that road
Got stop by DEA agents when I got on that plane cause some niggas had told
I really don't know what they on
But the pack it was already sold
I think that I'm getting to known the number one goal is to stack and maintain
Was never really into that fame
Won't value or cherish a chain
Ain't trusting no nigga aint loving a bitch they all counterfeit and gone change
Ima trapper ain't in the rap game
So you can still die from that flame
Let loose and it's off with yo head when I flip up that switch and up rise with that mack
Ima trapper been getting in them packs
Pull up and just spin where you at
Fast lane I was swerving the scat
I done shot out to Houston for ACT
Gotta case stuffed right in the back
If I ever go broke you get jacked
I Never got hired as a youngin but still had that money even though I was jobless
Ridge estates the DEA's they came knocking
Occupation was trappin and robbing
In the attic them pounds I was hiding
Selling clothes how I ship in disguise it
Had a warrant pull over while riding
Got out and got right back to droppin
You know where I'm at you talking get stretch like f*ck it I step in margielas
I know that they envy and jealous
Gas off wit my foot on the pedal
I done went and I bust down the bezel
Thats yellow canary them diamonds they dancing
And I know that these niggas can't stand me
F*ck all that shit cause I'm still up in Hammond
Like bitch I'm gone build me a mansion
Real flashy you know that im fancy
Got acres surrounded with fences
And I told em sit back and don't panic
On a big screen I'm watching surveillance
We caught em we gone leave em faceless
Getting Loaded just back and forth pacing
Ducked off cause they building them cases
I put my lil bitch on a perky
She gone keep her a bag like a birkin
That where she gone keep all my work at
She like how im trappin and servin
Pull off in a phantom with curtains
Paparazzi be watching and lurking
Pent house suite at the top of the Sheraton
I dont mean to come off as arrogant
My money out spoken it speak for itself all of my diamonds you stare at it
F*ck it this a 5 star lobby
Toast up with killers and goblins
Li Shawn he whipped down in the hotty
I bang in the bricks where it's slimey
Ya mans he get hit pulling homi's
Got work in my sock need a dime bag
(Aye bitch a im really getting money forreal im telling ya)
I been getting off them packs keep em coming
Took a trip off to Cali wit my cousin
Gotta 100 band jug up in motion
In the trap wit Li Bean we was thuggin
Put the forgis on the cutlass now he stuntin
In the streets you can die all for nothing
Writer: Kyric Vernon
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