Dirty clips on everything, up this Curry then I shoot Luh Tyler only seventeen, drinking 1942 Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, yeah I'm a real trap nigga, baby, I'm so used to ballin' Catch me hoppin' out that what's-ha-name, smokin' on whatchamacallit Neck and wrist, it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet Like a dentist, I be flossin', stuffin' racks off in my closet Stuffin' racks off in my closet, chasin' racks, bitch, I'm exhausted He want a fee, just know it's costin' Go throw a pack, lil bro 'n 'em Moss it Boy, you ain't tryna get no cake, man, I swear these niggas lost it My bitches mean, oh yeah, they bossy Racks in my jeans, bitch, I be saucin' Ain't no discussion, do no cuffin' Flip a hoe, then Tyler toss 'em Bullets drummin' like percussion Opps play dead just like a possum You know we strapped up in the field Just like a stripper, up them poles Shit, I buss that F&N or my Baby Draco Yeah, make yo' face go Bullets hot, they Fuego I wake up and chase dough You wake up and chase hoes You talking 'bout bands, I make those They be tryna take my flow They drop them bands, we hit the road Yeah, rock out at my shows Yeah, pop out with that dope, nigga, racks in my jeans Took a nigga bitch, he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine No, I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in I got like 20 stuffed up in my jeans, that's why I'm saggin' Matte black Lambo filled with ammo, this is not a fuckin' rental We tote cuttas like some scissors Draw down with lead like a pencil Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual Gimme head, spread them legs, beat that pussy, instrumental Dirty clips on everythin', up this Curry then I shoot Luh Tyler only seventeen, drinkin' 1942 Good thot hoes suck and fuck the gang, told that bitch to chew the crew Persona money what I bang, show you what that money do I'm a real trap nigga, baby, I'm so used to ballin' Catch me hoppin' out that what's-ha-name, smokin' on whatchamacallit Neck and wrist, it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet Like a dentist, I be flossin', stuffin' racks off in my closet Stuffin' racks off in my closet, chasin' racks, bitch, I'm exhausted He want a fee, just know it's costin' Go throw a pack, lil bro 'n 'em Moss it Boy, you ain't tryna get no cake, man I swear these niggas lost it My bitches mean, oh yeah, they bossy Racks in my jeans, bitch, I be saucin' Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual Gimme head, spread them legs, beat that pussy, instrumental Dirty clips on everythin', up this Curry then I shoot Luh Tyler only seventeen, drinking 1942 They drop them bands, we hit the road Yeah, rock out at my shows Yeah, pop out with that dope nigga, racks in my jeans Took a nigga bitch, he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine No, I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in