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I get the drip and they swear its illegal
Killing the streets and i might get the needle
Trap out them spots they might called me a cheetah
Go rock out a stage i might rock with the beetles
Teach you them numbers they call me a teacher
The money my bible might call me the preacher
If you be trappin I might get to meet you
You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya
Give me ten bands and you might get a feature
Standing in traps I'm with goblins and creatures
Get me a pack and i bring it right back
If you give me a ball and they scream from the bleachers
That's what you get for not minding your business I sip the codeine it drip from my kidneys
Fly out to cali we aint heard of no drought
Locked in with pinkies I'm straight from the south Hustle the block trying to bring me a M back
Moving the weight like a gym rat
Sending them shots where yo limbs at
Its a big boss in the building
Nigga say he down then I'm in it
I aint been around in a minute
Pull straight up and you know I'm in the hood
Niggas got beef but you know its all good
Might take yo bitch make her feel that wood
She never been with a real one
We taking it over no pilgrims
We was just broke but now we got millions
Told them little broke niggas get out they feelings
I aint got feelings like I aint got ceilings
And I aint got ceilings like I aint got kidneys
Ima stack these digits
Ima cop that Bentley
Left eye that hoe knock out her chili
Chain and my charm these rocks getting chili
All these diamonds dont make no sense
That bitch on the pole trying to make that rent
Baby pour a couple lines make you feel like this
Pour up I need a new soda boy
Bobby boucher I'm the water boy
Nigga need something I can feel on something I can feel on
Clip on my hip that steel long money getting real long
I get the drip and they swear its illegal
Killing the streets and I might get the needle
Trap out them spots they might called me a cheetah
Go rock out a stage I might rock with the beetles
Teach you them numbers they call me a teacher
The money my bible might call me the preacher
If you be trappin I might get to meet you
You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya
Give me ten bands and you might get a feature
Standing in traps I'm with goblins and creatures
Get me a pack and I bring it right back
If you give me a ball and they scream from the bleachers
Killing the streets and i might get the needle
Trap out them spots they might called me a cheetah
Go rock out a stage i might rock with the beetles
Teach you them numbers they call me a teacher
The money my bible might call me the preacher
If you be trappin I might get to meet you
You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya
Give me ten bands and you might get a feature
Standing in traps I'm with goblins and creatures
Get me a pack and i bring it right back
If you give me a ball and they scream from the bleachers
That's what you get for not minding your business I sip the codeine it drip from my kidneys
Fly out to cali we aint heard of no drought
Locked in with pinkies I'm straight from the south Hustle the block trying to bring me a M back
Moving the weight like a gym rat
Sending them shots where yo limbs at
Its a big boss in the building
Nigga say he down then I'm in it
I aint been around in a minute
Pull straight up and you know I'm in the hood
Niggas got beef but you know its all good
Might take yo bitch make her feel that wood
She never been with a real one
We taking it over no pilgrims
We was just broke but now we got millions
Told them little broke niggas get out they feelings
I aint got feelings like I aint got ceilings
And I aint got ceilings like I aint got kidneys
Ima stack these digits
Ima cop that Bentley
Left eye that hoe knock out her chili
Chain and my charm these rocks getting chili
All these diamonds dont make no sense
That bitch on the pole trying to make that rent
Baby pour a couple lines make you feel like this
Pour up I need a new soda boy
Bobby boucher I'm the water boy
Nigga need something I can feel on something I can feel on
Clip on my hip that steel long money getting real long
I get the drip and they swear its illegal
Killing the streets and I might get the needle
Trap out them spots they might called me a cheetah
Go rock out a stage I might rock with the beetles
Teach you them numbers they call me a teacher
The money my bible might call me the preacher
If you be trappin I might get to meet you
You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya
Give me ten bands and you might get a feature
Standing in traps I'm with goblins and creatures
Get me a pack and I bring it right back
If you give me a ball and they scream from the bleachers
Credits
Writer(s): Darion Franklin, Jerrel Blount, Bryant De Von Harris
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