[ Featuring Kp28 ]
Ima get rich in the trap house
Wok what I sip til I black out
Call up my clique and we cash out
Pot by the zip smoke a fat ounce
Ops wanna quit make em tap out
F*ck on my bitch blow her back out
Youngins get rich pull them racks out
Jump out the whip with the mask down
Run up this shit til it's maxed out
Puddles of drip bet I splash now
Swear to God we make this shit look easy
Haters talking they sick they can feel it
Need the watch on the wrist all on freezing
With the squad we gon kick off the season
At the top got it lit with the legion
They be talking that tricking and treason
Grab a glock put the clip in and squeeze it
Can't get locked up in links in the precinct
Can't get locked up like ball and a chain
I'm sauced up now they calling my name
You not us you can't rock with the gang
Get chalked up if you walk in my range
Hot like a flame but I need me some ice
Talking bout aim bet that beam be precise
You not what you claim I ain't seeing your stripes
I walk in the game and I eat em like rice
Get the paper and chop up the cheese
Yeah the cake need the guap by the g's
Gimme face make her drop to her knees
Think you fake yeah you not what you seem
No escaping the don you can't flee
They ain't made for this dog they ain't making the team
I ain't breaking no bonds ain't no beef
Bet I came out the fog but I'm able to see
They done sank to the bottom I'm at the surface
Don't create a problem then be acting nervous
Drank in the bottle a passive purchase
I keep cranking the throttle to crash your circus
I came with my dogs they be trapping serving
I got faith all in God like I practice worship
Snakes in the lawn ima smack the serpents
I got game like LeBron every basket perfect
Ima keep dropping them shots off
Want a new drop with the top off
Shawty on top like some hot sauce
Not what they thought make they jaw drop
Dropping them bops got the hot spot
Ball with the squad and it's non stop
Blocking your shot like I cock block
Want what I got make me ha ha
Got me all gone off this Wonka
Dawg I'm a don I can't stop nah
Ima get rich in the trap house
Wok what I sip til I black out
Call up my clique and we cash out
Pot by the zip smoke a fat ounce
Ops wanna quit make em tap out
F*ck on my bitch blow her back out
Youngins get rich pull them racks out
Jump out the whip with the mask down
Run up this shit til it's maxed out
Puddles of drip bet I splash now
Swear to God we make this shit look easy
Haters talking they sick they can feel it
Need the watch on the wrist all on freezing
With the squad we gon kick off the season
At the top got it lit with the legion
They be talking that tricking and treason
Grab a glock put the clip in and squeeze it
Can't get locked up in links in the precinct
Lights out
Pull up on his house
We gon blow his lights out
Wearing Gucci when it's nice out
Hammer tucked away until the night's out
We gon scare em better take the wipes out
I'm finna eat his wife's out, ah
I ain't a freak
I knew what a glock was before I could speak
I was eleven and watching kids leak
Getting they asses beat over the street
You'd think you was chill til you meet up with me
Your shordy was sucking my dick for no fee
Ain't getting locked up in the precinct with pleas
But f*ck with the clique then you dealing with me, yuh
F*ck the feds, running man
Bitch you know we do the dash
Hunnid bands, rubber bands
Fill my pockets up with cash
Got the blunt in my hand
Smoke it down til nothing lasts
Glizzy smoking like the gas
Used that shit to hunt the rats
