You niggas buggers, I see them posers I used to say, yo, the trap, I'm all aroundSpit in these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet pants, the coupes are candy coatedJust left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horsesLet my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I'm riding with my dog and he ain't got a questionI got a bitch like Keisha on her belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell itKeep me a cup, I got a lean belly Twinnies on me, I call them green relishI'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 itKeepin' it up, the V-Long bendin' I pressed to the sky and none of this was handyWorked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse but I can never tell itI got it sweet and sour, it's like jellyTried to disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got a drip, they call me DripavelliI held on down a nigga with my celly * you, * niggas, devil made me heartlessThink I came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the marketWe don't pack a bag or we gon' shop regardless Back in, I'm back and paid up for the partiesI done came a long way from opening up a carty Shakin' my bracelets, got a year of cartyPolice's cases, all that we avoidin' Lendin' my coat, get more and more moneyI should know my love, I never been a bully Gotta recolor, V-Long hit itJust jumped in the game and still I ain't aroundI 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 aroundSpit any vocals, labels, think I wrote it Slippery wet pants, the coupes are candy coatedJust left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horsesLet my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I ran with my dog and he ain't got a questionCash on my back and I bought me a paddy Put this in the cabbage, do money, relaxMy mama don't happy, I bought her moneyI 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 happenI been gettin' money before I was rappin' I runnin' a rave like I play with a hatThere's no pleain' on Raymond, I ain't takin' no chargesMy young nigga solid, I know that he got me He keepin' my clothes, I'ma buy him a foreignPenthouse hotels, we whenever we turn I fire in my tennis, I still rock the JordanPackin' out shows, love my fans, they importantAnd I'm still in a trap in the hood like a motorSpend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my olderI just started rappin', I made me some millionsMan, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin'City, these braces can't help me, it cost me a 50I love it, it up, I been havin' it in the beginningTwenty a night every day, different cityI just keep puttin' it, servin' my kidneysIt's a bit when what this not the JubileeI got gonna with me, rockin' V-Log SupremeYou niggas *, I see them posersI used to say, yo, the trap, I'm all aroundSpit any vocals, labels, think I wrote itSlippy wet paints, the coups are candy coatedJust left the bank, I need a bag to hold itThe streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horsesLet my fans tell it, we done made a fortuneI ride with my dog and he ain't got a question*