BFTD (Intro)

(Yeah bitch I back again)
(Bitch it's the Trap again)
All this youngin know is drip
I cause a ruckus when I flip
For all this for all this ice you need a pick
For all this bread you need to knick
I fling the dice out when I pitch
This dope ain't cut don't need no stich
That nigga down he need a mix
I smoke on gas and reminisce
You have a problem I could fix
I walk with bread I walk with sticks
Niggas goofy niggas pricks
I plotting hard I need a flip
Like a breaker I does flip
I get them hooked I get them hipped
Balling out boy I go dumb
I throwing 4s I missing thumbs
I smoke too much I need a lung
You roll with us you drip or down
He a bozo he a clown
He get the sack I take him down
I tour the city make some rounds
Then check the plug and take some pounds
I call a custy
Sort him out
Bitch ain't no wait
I coming now
Bitch this drip won't never stop
You know the trap won't never close
So much flavors
Trick your nose
So much haters
Pick your foes
Lil shawty bad she my lil trophy
I don't drink I smoking mostly
Four L clutching, G-lock only
Alley-oop
I pass to brodie
Then I switch it up cause I get the recipe
Niggas be hating
Trying get the best of me
Keep me the glizzy bitch that's a necessity
I wish you would try me get ace like the SAT
I dripping alot like a mop out a bucket
You ain't see the glizzy just know that I tuck it
I spin me some grams of the glue
I like fuck it
Stop all that talking nigga just hush it
Touch on the block and I trap with the bros
When you see the youngin just know you see 4s
She see the drip and she ask me to top it
She see the glock and she ask me to pop it
Save me some cash for days when it rainy
I stay on a play the kid is not lazy
I stay in my lane mind the business that pays me
The star of the team they won't ever trade me
Bitch this the youngin I back from the dead
I selling the gas and counting my bread
Bitch I a winner
I off with the bread
If you diss the gang then it's off with your head
Four L the gang
We don't go for games tho
They know I bang
They calling me Fredo
I play with some guns the same kind that's in halo
I run in your trap put the gwap on the table
The youngest in it but I spit like a vet
They want me to lose put the money up bet
I smoking on loud I don't do cigarette
And bitch I like nike I do it for the check
Back from the dead I feel like a zombie
Stay with protection the glizzy stay on me
They say she a scammer but she cannot scam me
Lollipop bitch
I does call shawty candy
Clearing my head take a trip to the O
Gang pick me up he say nigga you home
Sober for hours ask bro where the gas at
He say you tripping I stay with the gas pack
He show me the cash
And that's where I blast at
It's covid-19 boy where your mask at
We on a play but this ain't no class act
I ball too hard bitch I need me a contract
All this youngin know is drip
I cause a ruckus when I flip
For all this for all this ice you need a pick
For all this bread you need to knick
I fling the dice out when I pitch
This dope ain't cut don't need no stich
That nigga down he need a mix
I smoke on gas and reminisce