Trapped on motherfuckin' Cleveland Long live Snake Turn up, slime ball Yeah, lil' boy, where you trap at? My shooter gon' shoot where you nap I'm in the trap eatin' Rap Snacks These niggas so cap, where your hats at? I'm hooked up with 'Toven I'm talkin' Mooktoven I know I'm the chosen I get on the lean, move the slowest You know I ain't worried Glock forty, know it hold thirty And we shootin' shit like Curry And we havin' clean, I ain't talkin' dish detergent Let the chopper scream and my shooters on a perky I got what you need, two-fifty, yeah, they servin' Yeah, these diamonds bling, got a nigga vision blurry And these niggas bleedin', you know the trigger workin' Yeah, baby, nigga gettin' faded Nigga havin' guns like the Navy Fuck a Backwood, lil' nigga I smoke it out the Raw cone papers She made the young nigga cum quicker I whipped out a lot of blue faces The ambulance before you catch up You better take a flow and update it Yeah, yeah, better go do that You know that these slimes gon' shoot back I got on Gucci flip flops They like, "Lil Keed, where your shoes at?" I'm fly like some wings We shoot up the scene, I fold up a Kel Tec It came with a beam, yeah, yeah, yeah They thought I wouldn't make it But I had to make it, I took off her waist They know that I faced it I roll up a blunt, got time for no lacin' These skinnies, they skinny, my shoes got no laces I know that they don't love me, I know that they hate me It ain't 'bout a bag I'm not gonna chase it I just hit a lick, hide the merch in the basement And she wanna do, I don't care if she basic Don't give a fuck, don't care Yeah, super geeked up, where my Cartier? And I'm havin' drip, what style? What pair? You say spin my block, man, I hope it went well And I'm in the one way with Kenwell I heard he dropped a mixtape but it didn't sell Baby mama tryna put a nigga in a cell But you know a nigga gon' make bail