Blazer 205
Ayy (ha)
2K, 2K
I'm in beast mode
I told y'all niggas before I ain't no hero (never)
Can't save her, she wasn't there when my shit was on zero (nope)
Dinero, I'm shooting movies, feel like Dinero (woo)
Them shooters ain't got no heart, they cold like Sub-Zero
Ba boom, kakaka that's the broom
If I said it then I meant it I'm a trapper fuck a Loom
In the kitchen with a skillet and a fork, wrist game rude (wrist)
Your bitch dancing to my tune and she dancing in the nude (wow)
Hit the plug, pick up the drugs, now my trap on Metro Boom (booming)
This a coupe, ain't no room
Scoop your bitch then I zoom (woo)
TTG, that's the goons, fish scale that's the brick (brick)
BMW that's the whip
Gucci down, that's the drip (sauce)
I was locked up outta town, they ain't send a nigga shit (nada)
Now a nigga getting rich, they in my DM's talking quick (ha)
Like remember that time? (huh?)
Nah nigga don't remember shit
On that east side young nigga, fuck you, pay me shit (fuck em)
On that get a nigga whacked if he talk bout my mother shit (boom)
Gutta kid, I should fuck around name my gang the Gutta Kids
(Gutta Kids)
From the 6 but my trap be outta town, they call me Nick
Take a pic now you got a still of a walking lick (lick)
Call a Lyft, I got a play I'm tryna make another grip (right)
'Nother flip, I was so confused when my nigga flipped (woah)
Movie shit, biggest shoot out in the country where I live
(Ka ka ka ka ka)
Did a bid, came out got a condo, did it all again (yup)
Drip off my kicks, your bitch wanna lick (lick)
Dibs on the brick, nigga diss get the stick (ya)
Drip off my kicks, your bitch wanna lick (lick)
Dibs on the brick, nigga diss get the stick
I'm a trip, your bitch wanna strip
Show her lil' tits (right)
So drip off my fucking kicks, I'm trying not to slip (woah)
T.R.G., Trap Rel8ted Gang, we was taking risks (gang gang)
You was not, you was in the house, we was on the strip
Niggas slick when they on the phone
See me, won't say shit (won't say shit)
It ain't shit, Keyz gon' get you clipped, throw you in a ditch
Riding round with this pretty Glock, 30 in the clip nigga
(Pow pow pow)
2K, 2K
I'm in beast mode
I told y'all niggas before I ain't no hero (never)
Can't save her, she wasn't there when my shit was on zero (nope)
Dinero, I'm shooting movies, feel like Dinero (woo)
Them shooters ain't got no heart, they cold like Sub-Zero
Ba boom, kakaka that's the broom
If I said it then I meant it I'm a trapper fuck a Loom
In the kitchen with a skillet and a fork, wrist game rude (wrist)
Your bitch dancing to my tune and she dancing in the nude (wow)
Hit the plug, pick up the drugs, now my trap on Metro Boom (booming)
This a coupe, ain't no room
Scoop your bitch then I zoom (woo)
TTG, that's the goons, fish scale that's the brick (brick)
BMW that's the whip
Gucci down, that's the drip (sauce)
I was locked up outta town, they ain't send a nigga shit (nada)
Now a nigga getting rich, they in my DM's talking quick (ha)
Like remember that time? (huh?)
Nah nigga don't remember shit
On that east side young nigga, fuck you, pay me shit (fuck em)
On that get a nigga whacked if he talk bout my mother shit (boom)
Gutta kid, I should fuck around name my gang the Gutta Kids
(Gutta Kids)
From the 6 but my trap be outta town, they call me Nick
Take a pic now you got a still of a walking lick (lick)
Call a Lyft, I got a play I'm tryna make another grip (right)
'Nother flip, I was so confused when my nigga flipped (woah)
Movie shit, biggest shoot out in the country where I live
(Ka ka ka ka ka)
Did a bid, came out got a condo, did it all again (yup)
Drip off my kicks, your bitch wanna lick (lick)
Dibs on the brick, nigga diss get the stick (ya)
Drip off my kicks, your bitch wanna lick (lick)
Dibs on the brick, nigga diss get the stick
I'm a trip, your bitch wanna strip
Show her lil' tits (right)
So drip off my fucking kicks, I'm trying not to slip (woah)
T.R.G., Trap Rel8ted Gang, we was taking risks (gang gang)
You was not, you was in the house, we was on the strip
Niggas slick when they on the phone
See me, won't say shit (won't say shit)
It ain't shit, Keyz gon' get you clipped, throw you in a ditch
Riding round with this pretty Glock, 30 in the clip nigga
(Pow pow pow)
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Writer(s): Bismark Barrett
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