TrapHop
Ill ju
Jack
Jack
Lyfe
Ballione
Capo in this bitch
Where you at paypa
Ill ju FA
By now
It aint no secret my pedigree undefeated
Heat mics like weather be
My type strapped in a bm
Graduated chevy
These lil nighas sounding real petty
I aint got no talk
These youngins around me outline you in chalk
Im from the mud where we dont see clear
Aye fuck that picture you painting and see my vision
Tryna networth a billy
Shout out TJean i touchdown
No moonwalking or billy jean
My FA Familia plugged on inphetamine
I roam silient no landing gear jet fly the milage
These nighas customized im authentically wildin
Week 3
They going deep like i dont peep the ak
New jack formation i slid shawty the stick
She went keisha in that bitch
Mix the zippendale with ace of spades and take a piss
Your man can rap but look he is not this
Salute my rulers free rudy moe thats my kinfolk
Watch trayy hunchoe come home and do his flex yo
Trap hop warning
And i been at it since alonzo was a hornet
And copped 33s in the morning no cap
These nighas slaw and im cole
His pants too tight and his chain choking
Look like a bitch to me must i expose him
In 99 i pushed the delta with the kush odor
Plottn fame on my storyline in the game
Nadays i ray charles nighas just talkin i dont see him
Keep hawkin she in her feelings cause a bad bitch
Keep stalking the lord (grease)
My flow cresendo end your whole demo
No nintento buck shots, hit your window
Who got the coke in the ice chest thats me
And nigha u can sniff it for the right fee
Paint a picture red stains on your white tee
Peir' don went insane bitch i might be
I dont do much talking put a sac on your head
Young nighas get to sparkin
Macs
No time for non believers
Shootn semen on skeezers
Cook beef shaking sticks at em like old geezers
Powder head bitches never shut the fuck up
Put some dick in her gutts if she quak then its a duck
Salty non pussy getting nighas out of place
She be sittn on your face
Now tell me how my dick taste
Rock a black and blue fit next day red
My team color coordinate not a nan nigha scared
Cause we know who the devil is
Praises to the most high nighas wealthy
Taking care of they damn kids
A black goddess thats the unseen real
All i need is your body ju love i dont take pills
Flipping trucks like they hot wheels
You off track
All that woofing in the jack
Gon get you shot in the back
Bitch
Go head
On god nem
FA4L
FA (right on time)
FA (yeah)
Free Hunchoe
Free Rudy Moore
Jack
Jack
Lyfe
Ballione
Capo in this bitch
Where you at paypa
Ill ju FA
By now
It aint no secret my pedigree undefeated
Heat mics like weather be
My type strapped in a bm
Graduated chevy
These lil nighas sounding real petty
I aint got no talk
These youngins around me outline you in chalk
Im from the mud where we dont see clear
Aye fuck that picture you painting and see my vision
Tryna networth a billy
Shout out TJean i touchdown
No moonwalking or billy jean
My FA Familia plugged on inphetamine
I roam silient no landing gear jet fly the milage
These nighas customized im authentically wildin
Week 3
They going deep like i dont peep the ak
New jack formation i slid shawty the stick
She went keisha in that bitch
Mix the zippendale with ace of spades and take a piss
Your man can rap but look he is not this
Salute my rulers free rudy moe thats my kinfolk
Watch trayy hunchoe come home and do his flex yo
Trap hop warning
And i been at it since alonzo was a hornet
And copped 33s in the morning no cap
These nighas slaw and im cole
His pants too tight and his chain choking
Look like a bitch to me must i expose him
In 99 i pushed the delta with the kush odor
Plottn fame on my storyline in the game
Nadays i ray charles nighas just talkin i dont see him
Keep hawkin she in her feelings cause a bad bitch
Keep stalking the lord (grease)
My flow cresendo end your whole demo
No nintento buck shots, hit your window
Who got the coke in the ice chest thats me
And nigha u can sniff it for the right fee
Paint a picture red stains on your white tee
Peir' don went insane bitch i might be
I dont do much talking put a sac on your head
Young nighas get to sparkin
Macs
No time for non believers
Shootn semen on skeezers
Cook beef shaking sticks at em like old geezers
Powder head bitches never shut the fuck up
Put some dick in her gutts if she quak then its a duck
Salty non pussy getting nighas out of place
She be sittn on your face
Now tell me how my dick taste
Rock a black and blue fit next day red
My team color coordinate not a nan nigha scared
Cause we know who the devil is
Praises to the most high nighas wealthy
Taking care of they damn kids
A black goddess thats the unseen real
All i need is your body ju love i dont take pills
Flipping trucks like they hot wheels
You off track
All that woofing in the jack
Gon get you shot in the back
Bitch
Go head
On god nem
FA4L
FA (right on time)
FA (yeah)
Free Hunchoe
Free Rudy Moore
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Peir Coleman
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