Trampoline
Should have been a baker I'm about my dough
About my dough
Yeah
Stakes are high so we gotta get low
Gotta get low
Yeah
Carry the drip round my neck
VVS on my chest it's froze
Big Drip
Run it up until my feet bleed
And the stack don't fold
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
On a track we go dumb dumb dumb
Count it up till our fingers numb
She think I'm playing the stack
She childish
She don't know that I'm counting
In the trap house
Tweaking off this mad loud
Bro came in the trap house
With big stacks and racks out
We on a move
We on the road
Just moving bricks
Just selling O's
That's two of us
So that's twenty toes
The clip is empty
Got to beat the foes
We fill the clip right to the top
Pushing bricks out the parking lot
Bitches can't even get my time
I'm moving sour like a fucking lime
I'm jugging
Just from that trapping line
She bugging
She can't even get my time
I'm shopping
Gucci and LV
They dripping
Opps can't step to me
Tell me something I ain't seen
In the trap house
M can name fiend to fiend
Erupt
While your bitch just sucks fucks
We don't do slimes just thugs
Bricks
Whip in a lab like Rick
Bop
I just spot an opp in the club
Imma take him off no sub
Imma leave him wet no tub
Should have been a baker I'm about my dough
About my dough
Yeah
Stakes are high so we gotta get low
Gotta get low
Yeah
Carry the drip round my neck
VVS on my chest it's froze
Big Drip
Run it up until my feet bleed
And the stack don't fold
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
On a track we go dumb dumb dumb
Count it up till our fingers numb
She think I'm playing the stack
She childish
She don't know that I'm counting
Me and one times we got cheat codes
Laser and a tech please
Nigga this tracky Monclizzy
This ain't no tech fleece
I'm a starter you that boy on the bench
You can not press me
Women weed and weather all we need
Chef Jozi got the recipe
I'm off comethethazine
I walk around like that nigga
Yeah
Mad her sing like Beyonce
Now she want to fuck with a Jigga
I don't sit on the side when its live
Like Kanye West I'm in it
I'm trying to give that hoe back shots
But she's running away
Cause the dicks hitting her kidneys
She wanna suck on a lit dick
Fivio foreign my whip
Rollie on my wrist thats big drip
Bitch don't slip on this shit
She can't keep her hands off of my jewels
But baby don't pop that shit
Had to kick her out cause gang didn't need her
She in love with the white
I'm calling her Bieber
Should have been a baker I'm about my dough
About my dough
Yeah
Stakes are high so we gotta get low
Gotta get low
Yeah
Carry the drip round my neck
VVS on my chest it's froze
Big Drip
Run it up until my feet bleed
And the stack don't fold
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
On a track we go dumb dumb dumb
Count it up till our fingers numb
She think I'm playing the stack
She childish
She don't know that I'm counting
About my dough
Yeah
Stakes are high so we gotta get low
Gotta get low
Yeah
Carry the drip round my neck
VVS on my chest it's froze
Big Drip
Run it up until my feet bleed
And the stack don't fold
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
On a track we go dumb dumb dumb
Count it up till our fingers numb
She think I'm playing the stack
She childish
She don't know that I'm counting
In the trap house
Tweaking off this mad loud
Bro came in the trap house
With big stacks and racks out
We on a move
We on the road
Just moving bricks
Just selling O's
That's two of us
So that's twenty toes
The clip is empty
Got to beat the foes
We fill the clip right to the top
Pushing bricks out the parking lot
Bitches can't even get my time
I'm moving sour like a fucking lime
I'm jugging
Just from that trapping line
She bugging
She can't even get my time
I'm shopping
Gucci and LV
They dripping
Opps can't step to me
Tell me something I ain't seen
In the trap house
M can name fiend to fiend
Erupt
While your bitch just sucks fucks
We don't do slimes just thugs
Bricks
Whip in a lab like Rick
Bop
I just spot an opp in the club
Imma take him off no sub
Imma leave him wet no tub
Should have been a baker I'm about my dough
About my dough
Yeah
Stakes are high so we gotta get low
Gotta get low
Yeah
Carry the drip round my neck
VVS on my chest it's froze
Big Drip
Run it up until my feet bleed
And the stack don't fold
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
On a track we go dumb dumb dumb
Count it up till our fingers numb
She think I'm playing the stack
She childish
She don't know that I'm counting
Me and one times we got cheat codes
Laser and a tech please
Nigga this tracky Monclizzy
This ain't no tech fleece
I'm a starter you that boy on the bench
You can not press me
Women weed and weather all we need
Chef Jozi got the recipe
I'm off comethethazine
I walk around like that nigga
Yeah
Mad her sing like Beyonce
Now she want to fuck with a Jigga
I don't sit on the side when its live
Like Kanye West I'm in it
I'm trying to give that hoe back shots
But she's running away
Cause the dicks hitting her kidneys
She wanna suck on a lit dick
Fivio foreign my whip
Rollie on my wrist thats big drip
Bitch don't slip on this shit
She can't keep her hands off of my jewels
But baby don't pop that shit
Had to kick her out cause gang didn't need her
She in love with the white
I'm calling her Bieber
Should have been a baker I'm about my dough
About my dough
Yeah
Stakes are high so we gotta get low
Gotta get low
Yeah
Carry the drip round my neck
VVS on my chest it's froze
Big Drip
Run it up until my feet bleed
And the stack don't fold
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
I want my money long like a limousine
Make that trap jump like a trampoline
On a track we go dumb dumb dumb
Count it up till our fingers numb
She think I'm playing the stack
She childish
She don't know that I'm counting
Credits
Writer(s): Jemelle Chitepo
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