UndergroundJoshh - trappedoutfreestyle. (feat. Wokkywtw) Lyrics

Call my phone like, who is this
I was in my newbie kicks
Don't get no f*cks, I have no friends
I was coolin' with my kin
We was posted in the trench
Now we livin' like we rich
Test my chopper, it won't miss
Came to the store brought brand new kit
Money dancing, feel like Chris
Not talking to u plead the fifth
Just watch, bitch, I move like this
The blinging diamonds on my wrist
Popped that pill then mix with tris
He not with gang, we not locked in
I was lonely, ain't had no friends
He talkin' hot, put him in the sand
We smoke by the pound, he smoke by the gram
Cruisin' outside with the victory rams (crusin outside with the rams)
Don't do all, get put on the ground (talkin get put on the ground)
She likin' my style, she likin' my sound (she told me she liking my sound)
She ride with the squad when you not around
You a broke boy, you a clown
Ain't my squad, boy get from around
We got tips with hunnid rounds
She like my voice, she like the sound
Gun him down and he gon' kneel
Catch a lob like I'm O'Neal
Niggas broke like, how that feel
Treat you like a xan, get popped like a pill