I ride with it Still keep that nine on my side with it Had a gun in a shootout, you hide with it That's your problem, What you wanna get high with it You keep on taking pictures with that little bitty gun You gun fuck round an die with it New Murcielago, butterfly doors What you niggas need, know the trap neva closed Cubans at both of the doors I keep it player they play with they nose Plug just came in with a load Too late to get it its already sold Niggas dry snitchin don't stick to the code I fly with my VVS, I rose on my gold Got it on my lap, I don't keep it in the console Backwoods 3.5, I'm rolling gelato Cartier see all that fuck shit, nigga Catch me a body on defense nigga 12 hit the door I ain't see shit nigga Trapped out apartments I came out the cement nigga Dope in the cabinet an we serve out the kitchen Told me give hugs not drugs I ain't listen No love in the streets I don't love these bitches I'm going OT, take I it to memphis I be in my trap house 24/7 At the front and the side door with the mac 11 Serving crack rocks from hell, send a dope fiend to heaven Young dog keep it strapped, doing everything but telling He'll rob your lil nigga, take what he selling Ima fuck your bitch cause I heard that u jealous I'll bust your shit you keep looking at my fellas I'll spin this chop clip look like propellers My main bitch caramel, her best friend vanilla Sippin purple, spinning green, and my percocets yellow Blocboy a crip ima blood from the nellas Hoodrich hood and I'm hood just like him I shoot the strap at any nigga tryn fight him Gotta keep 100 round on us, whole gang icy Gloc 19 and I'm good w ith the AR's BlocBoy be the painter yeah I pull up and I spray cars Your baby daddy still got a day job We be in the trap whipping dope till it hit hard AR-15, no.22 Tec And the smith, I got.22 but I don't run a I got bitches up in Brooklyn like I play for nets Why you shoot him in the face, that nigga played with the set Hit a nigga in the face with the gauge make a mess Fill a nigga up with the lead like I'm taking a test Throwing bullets you like Dez Bryant waiting on a catch By any means Imma get mine nigga that's a bet Paper cuts, counting that money all day Who is that, answer the door with the K I fly to LA then I drive to the bay I buy 100 bands, I get 50 on my face Don't go to the club, all my niggas in space I need prescriptions I signed up for medicaid Trapped out I don't even know no other way Just added stones to my cartier's I put Christian Dior on and it ain't even sunday I make her eat it up entrée I sold that dope to my auntie I got rose gold on my front teeth Let my chopper take care of that one beef Yo' gang 12, 21 jump street I won't give a bitch nothing she fuck me Send him up to God he bummed me I will send him to his grave he asked for it I dump this bitch at the task force Allie-ooped that bitch off the glass board I got bop sticks on the sideline they loaded We drop shit, do it all the time they know it Thot bitch acting like she mine I don't know her I ain't tell , no hoe can expose me VS1 chain on you should do the rosery White bitch snort top side give that hoe a nose bleed Bussin down back woods at the pistons game floor seats every time I shoot,