La
I hop out the ride and I jump on a flight to LA
Head straight for the pay phone as soon as I get off the plane
I call up the plug get a brick and I finish the plate
Got the grip and it's tucked in my denim I'm never afraid
Told me she love she lying her titties is plastic
They be all on the net they ain't like that them niggas be capping
I'm stuck in the hood with my demons it feel like I'm trapped in
They don't bring up my name they know better than sub me in captions
Roll up a blunt when I park it up
Don't care if it's foreign I spark it up
Hop out that bitch with my eyes low
White bitch looking like Demi Lavato
Fuck a cup hoe just give me the bottle
I ain't myself when I'm sober
Tell a bitch that she lucky I chose her
Bitch a igloo couldn't get any colder
I feel in love with them bricks
Gotta watch how I move round the city
I know if they catch me the judge ain't gonna show me no pity
Drop a fish in the water I feel like a chef when I whip it
Codeine in my cup watch me dirty my liquid
I break up the work then I put it on scales
Take out of town trips and I trap out hotels
My dog just got pinched I just hope he don't tell
Fuck around say some shit put us all in a cell
Fiends love me they calling classic
Frank Lucus couldn't get you this package
Throw extra I get it there faster
No smell cause I put it in wrappers
Don't compare me to these other rappers
When you see me I run with the trappers
See me I run with the trappers WHOA WHOA
I hop out the ride and I jump on a flight to LA
Head straight for the pay phone as soon as I get off the plane
I call up the plug get a brick and I finish the plate
Got the grip and it's tucked in my denim I'm never afraid
Told me she love she lying her titties is plastic
They be all on the net they ain't like that them niggas be capping
I'm stuck in the hood with my demons it feel like I'm trapped in
They don't bring up my name they know better than sub me in captions
I keep on taking these percs I'm abusing them
I don't know what it is I take 2 of them
Hop in the 6 and put bricks in the bubble-wrap
Got a taste of the streets fell in love with that
Tia Timara my money I double that
I'm addicted that's why I keep coming back
I'm addicted that's why I keep coming back
I feel El Chapo I grew with them bricks
Took the dice and I threw them they landed on trips
hop on a flight to Rodeo
Probably shop while I wait for Diego
No vacation I get there I lay low
Jealous niggaz wanna give me a halo
Get the work and I'm back in the jungle
Naked bitches they bag up bundles
Fuck if it's raining I open the sunroof
I'm letting the sun through
Back it out nigga you know what these guns do
You know what these guns do
You know I brung two
Dont compare me to these other rappers
When you see me I run with the trappers
See me I run with the trappers WHOA WHOA
I hop out the ride and I jump on a flight to LA
Head straight for the pay phone as soon as I get off the plane
I call up the plug get a brick and I finish the plate
Got the grip and it's tucked in my denim I'm never afraid
Told me she love she lying her titties is plastic
They be all on the net they ain't like that them niggas be capping
I'm stuck in the hood with my demons it feel like I'm trapped in
They don't bring up my name they know better than sub me in captions
Head straight for the pay phone as soon as I get off the plane
I call up the plug get a brick and I finish the plate
Got the grip and it's tucked in my denim I'm never afraid
Told me she love she lying her titties is plastic
They be all on the net they ain't like that them niggas be capping
I'm stuck in the hood with my demons it feel like I'm trapped in
They don't bring up my name they know better than sub me in captions
Roll up a blunt when I park it up
Don't care if it's foreign I spark it up
Hop out that bitch with my eyes low
White bitch looking like Demi Lavato
Fuck a cup hoe just give me the bottle
I ain't myself when I'm sober
Tell a bitch that she lucky I chose her
Bitch a igloo couldn't get any colder
I feel in love with them bricks
Gotta watch how I move round the city
I know if they catch me the judge ain't gonna show me no pity
Drop a fish in the water I feel like a chef when I whip it
Codeine in my cup watch me dirty my liquid
I break up the work then I put it on scales
Take out of town trips and I trap out hotels
My dog just got pinched I just hope he don't tell
Fuck around say some shit put us all in a cell
Fiends love me they calling classic
Frank Lucus couldn't get you this package
Throw extra I get it there faster
No smell cause I put it in wrappers
Don't compare me to these other rappers
When you see me I run with the trappers
See me I run with the trappers WHOA WHOA
I hop out the ride and I jump on a flight to LA
Head straight for the pay phone as soon as I get off the plane
I call up the plug get a brick and I finish the plate
Got the grip and it's tucked in my denim I'm never afraid
Told me she love she lying her titties is plastic
They be all on the net they ain't like that them niggas be capping
I'm stuck in the hood with my demons it feel like I'm trapped in
They don't bring up my name they know better than sub me in captions
I keep on taking these percs I'm abusing them
I don't know what it is I take 2 of them
Hop in the 6 and put bricks in the bubble-wrap
Got a taste of the streets fell in love with that
Tia Timara my money I double that
I'm addicted that's why I keep coming back
I'm addicted that's why I keep coming back
I feel El Chapo I grew with them bricks
Took the dice and I threw them they landed on trips
hop on a flight to Rodeo
Probably shop while I wait for Diego
No vacation I get there I lay low
Jealous niggaz wanna give me a halo
Get the work and I'm back in the jungle
Naked bitches they bag up bundles
Fuck if it's raining I open the sunroof
I'm letting the sun through
Back it out nigga you know what these guns do
You know what these guns do
You know I brung two
Dont compare me to these other rappers
When you see me I run with the trappers
See me I run with the trappers WHOA WHOA
I hop out the ride and I jump on a flight to LA
Head straight for the pay phone as soon as I get off the plane
I call up the plug get a brick and I finish the plate
Got the grip and it's tucked in my denim I'm never afraid
Told me she love she lying her titties is plastic
They be all on the net they ain't like that them niggas be capping
I'm stuck in the hood with my demons it feel like I'm trapped in
They don't bring up my name they know better than sub me in captions
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Writer(s): Pedro Henderson
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