Yea aye ayeee
Running through the trap
Wit these racks on me aye aye
Flip a pack 4 me
Bad bitches yelling out slatt
For me
Make it slap for me
Young nigga toting that strap
For me
In the trap no sleep
I been getting straight to the bag
All week
Bitch bad she a freak
I got some hittas
That kill for me yeaaa
Shit get real for me
Bad bitches saying they feeling me
Cook a meal for me
Wilding out
There ain't no chill with me
Catch a kill with me
Ain't asking for much
But If you build wit me
Keep it Real with me
Hang with the trenchiest thugs
Told that ho I don't need none of her love
Needed the pain and I wanted the drugs
Needed a stain when she needed a hug
This stress on my brain
I get lit till I'm stuck
Ain't counting your blessings
You silly as f*ck
Remember they called me
To really get up
Hands folded
Standing In front of the judge
Curve em I told that lil bih she a dub
Swerving we making our way to the plug
Working its urgent this paper we touch
Too busy grinding to nurture the love
Plotting and scheming so who can I trust
Every transaction I get me a rush
If he keep chatting we getting him touched
If that boy ratting his tail gettin cut
Spinning blocks like a tornado
We get to shooting like halo
Boy imma g no fazo
Stitches or maybe some staples
Bitches don't even say thank you
Keep talking spice till we spank you huh
Baby I'm flyer than Angel's
I could get kurt wit the angles aye aye
Is your life worth the fenego?
This is real life not a fable
Running through the trap
Wit these racks on me aye aye
Flip a pack 4 me
Bad bitches yelling out slatt
For me
Make it slap for me
Young nigga toting that strap
For me
In the trap no sleep
I been getting straight to the bag
All week
Bitch bad she a freak