You niggas buggers, I see them posers I used to say, yo, the trap, I'm all around
Spit in these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet pants, the coupes are candy coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horses
Let my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I'm riding with my dog and he ain't got a question
I got a bitch like Keisha on her belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell it
Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly Twinnies on me, I call them green relish
I'm in my jean and I didn't embellish Too many vibes, they think I'm a hard killin'
P.H. in the sky, we got them all ready P.J. in the sky and I don't wanna lend it
Keepin' it up, the V-Long bendin' I pressed to the sky and none of this was handy
Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse but I can never tell it
I got it sweet and sour, it's like jelly
Tried to disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got a drip, they call me Dripavelli
I held on down a nigga with my celly * you, * niggas, devil made me heartless
Think I came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
We don't pack a bag or we gon' shop regardless Back in, I'm back and paid up for the parties
I done came a long way from opening up a carty Shakin' my bracelets, got a year of carty
Police's cases, all that we avoidin' Lendin' my coat, get more and more money
I should know my love, I never been a bully Gotta recolor, V-Long hit it
Just jumped in the game and still I ain't around
I got this home screamin' and puttin' I came with a jerk, got everybody lookin'
Cherish your blessing, the easy could be tooken Send the front end, it's easy to get a bookin'
You niggas buggin', I see them posin' I used to say, yo, lil' trap, I'm all around
Spit any vocals, labels, think I wrote it Slippery wet pants, the coupes are candy coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horses
Let my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I ran with my dog and he ain't got a question
Cash on my back and I bought me a paddy Put this in the cabbage, do money, relax
My mama don't happy, I bought her money
I still rock the 50, but I don't be clappin' Be camouflaged in them like I just went cappin'
They still can't believe that I made it, it happen
I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I runnin' a rave like I play with a hat
There's no pleain' on Raymond, I ain't takin' no charges
My young nigga solid, I know that he got me He keepin' my clothes, I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse hotels, we whenever we turn I fire in my tennis, I still rock the Jordan
Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important
And I'm still in a trap in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my older
I just started rappin', I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin'
City, these braces can't help me, it cost me a 50
I love it, it up, I been havin' it in the beginning
Twenty a night every day, different city
I just keep puttin' it, servin' my kidneys
It's a bit when what this not the Jubilee
I got gonna with me, rockin' V-Log Supreme
You niggas *, I see them posers
I used to say, yo, the trap, I'm all around
Spit any vocals, labels, think I wrote it
Slippy wet paints, the coups are candy coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold it
The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horses
Let my fans tell it, we done made a fortune
I ride with my dog and he ain't got a question
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