197 Trap Talk
Nash Effect
I'm talkin', we pullin' up in fuckin' Ranges, shit is crazy
They just love us, B, they really love us
I'm talkin' fiends every day
The 197 really movin' bricks the right way
6F, baby
Everybody eats
197 shit, B
GetMoney$tainGang
And you tell 'em I said that
That's what I need you to do, baby
I'm General Paxton, flexin' prices, purchase, please
Give 'em that, get my papers, tell the law they servin' me
Don't call, tryna stage me up, 'cause I'm callin' curtains, please
You hit my line, you want that flame, I'm Lil B with that, certainly
I'm Unc' Sam with that certain fee, don't be Wesley Snipes
Come cop, don't cop from actin' dealers, know they Wesley Snipes
I might be off the pills, I'm servin', workin' harder than a bitch
Hear a siren, jock the work, I'm hidin' harder than a snitch
I tell the law to suck a dick, hope they don't bust up in our trap
To these junkies, I'm Yo Gotti, they all know I got that sack
In fact, they know I keep my cash, but don't think that they gon' use it
They know I keep my stash, but don't think that they that stupid
I mean, motherfuckers is really out here, B
I mean, motherfuckers wanna walk up to me in my thousand-dollar sweatpants
And say "Yo, yo, whatchu, you got a brick for me? You got somethin'?"
Try to pull a pistol on a nigga
I said "197, bitch, get back!"
Everybody eats, 197
You know?
Let's get this money, man
Look at the Rollie, look at the Rollie tickin', look at the Rollie tickin'
This motherfucker got six diamonds on it and some shit, B
This outsider shit really gettin' us paid
Motherfuckers is really lovin' it
God, no rap, no lie, 'cause I been ruinin' some lives
And sellin' it for low, and they been buyin' it for highs
Oh well, I know it's selfish, but my pockets need they help, ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I mean, the world I know is selfish, but my pockets need they help
Oh well, I know I keep them trains on track, no time for Ls
I mean, no well, them dealers screwin' up, the main ones that get nailed
And all them packages I steal from them, the same ones that get mailed
I'm talkin' different countries
Big slams, talkin' that Blake Griffin dunkin'
Smooth dealer, pimp limp, talkin' that Katt Williams stuntin'
I'm gon' waste my time, 'cause I know I can buy some more
As long as I keep ruining households, I got support, uh
This Yusef and I'm signin' out, baby
Old boy shit, 197
I'm talkin', we pullin' up in fuckin' Ranges, shit is crazy
They just love us, B, they really love us
I'm talkin' fiends every day
The 197 really movin' bricks the right way
6F, baby
Everybody eats
197 shit, B
GetMoney$tainGang
And you tell 'em I said that
That's what I need you to do, baby
I'm General Paxton, flexin' prices, purchase, please
Give 'em that, get my papers, tell the law they servin' me
Don't call, tryna stage me up, 'cause I'm callin' curtains, please
You hit my line, you want that flame, I'm Lil B with that, certainly
I'm Unc' Sam with that certain fee, don't be Wesley Snipes
Come cop, don't cop from actin' dealers, know they Wesley Snipes
I might be off the pills, I'm servin', workin' harder than a bitch
Hear a siren, jock the work, I'm hidin' harder than a snitch
I tell the law to suck a dick, hope they don't bust up in our trap
To these junkies, I'm Yo Gotti, they all know I got that sack
In fact, they know I keep my cash, but don't think that they gon' use it
They know I keep my stash, but don't think that they that stupid
I mean, motherfuckers is really out here, B
I mean, motherfuckers wanna walk up to me in my thousand-dollar sweatpants
And say "Yo, yo, whatchu, you got a brick for me? You got somethin'?"
Try to pull a pistol on a nigga
I said "197, bitch, get back!"
Everybody eats, 197
You know?
Let's get this money, man
Look at the Rollie, look at the Rollie tickin', look at the Rollie tickin'
This motherfucker got six diamonds on it and some shit, B
This outsider shit really gettin' us paid
Motherfuckers is really lovin' it
God, no rap, no lie, 'cause I been ruinin' some lives
And sellin' it for low, and they been buyin' it for highs
Oh well, I know it's selfish, but my pockets need they help, ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I mean, the world I know is selfish, but my pockets need they help
Oh well, I know I keep them trains on track, no time for Ls
I mean, no well, them dealers screwin' up, the main ones that get nailed
And all them packages I steal from them, the same ones that get mailed
I'm talkin' different countries
Big slams, talkin' that Blake Griffin dunkin'
Smooth dealer, pimp limp, talkin' that Katt Williams stuntin'
I'm gon' waste my time, 'cause I know I can buy some more
As long as I keep ruining households, I got support, uh
This Yusef and I'm signin' out, baby
Old boy shit, 197
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