Chevron
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a Choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If an Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank Dirty poles in a tank
Water I'm wet
Rocking blue and black diamonds
Reclining in the big body, Looking like an alien
Translator for the plug He speaking Israeli
Stamps on the bricks Got crates of this shit
Crate full of sticks
War in the streets I'm equipped for the shit
Hop off the porch Went couped me a Lambo
Never a drought get bows on the elbow
Laughing to the bank like Elmo
Pockets take steroids overeating like the Clumps
Reapa-man hunt down the scrilla
Reapa gangg walk down Gorillas
Popping pills pouring out the sill
Touch one of the gangg get killed
Spin wit the drake windmill
The Choppa hit hard Marilyn Mason ya squad
Boogas in my face I'm childish
Bugatti Chiron parked at the Chevron
Pumping that gas high mileage
My money a mountain steady piling
Backyard shooter masked at the social
Reaper gangg known for the violence and silence
Wipe ya nose like you got bad sinus
I'm plus in the field you're minus
Real Rockstar life Im rebel
Got alot of shiny shit in the bezel
Stay riding wit the demon I'm the devil
Grim reapa wit the pick and shovel
Johnny Cage on the mic
It's like I ghostwrite But non of these rappers on my level
Keep the Heckler on the floor for the hecklers
No bodyguard keep the Smith and Wesson
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a Choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If a Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank Dirty poles in a tank
If I blow wit the blicky God bless him
Caught him wit a hundred fifty and stretched him
Trap all season count the extra
I'm in the mother ship this not a Tesla
I'm armed mob member be careful
Fire from the hip I'm a rebel
Selling bars like blocks of cocaine
Stayed down maintained shit changed
They fucked up let me in the game
Trigger happy wit the shottie keep a shoulder rack
Smoking strong Opp packs had to double back
Im ahead of the game on some next shit
Beat the block stay connected like Tetris
Hundred round monkey nuts on the F &N
Shell catcher if we catch him we put him on the stretcher then
Turning up at the show count up the back end
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If a Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank Dirty poles in a tank
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If a Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline, talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank, Dirty poles in a tank
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a Choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If an Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank Dirty poles in a tank
Water I'm wet
Rocking blue and black diamonds
Reclining in the big body, Looking like an alien
Translator for the plug He speaking Israeli
Stamps on the bricks Got crates of this shit
Crate full of sticks
War in the streets I'm equipped for the shit
Hop off the porch Went couped me a Lambo
Never a drought get bows on the elbow
Laughing to the bank like Elmo
Pockets take steroids overeating like the Clumps
Reapa-man hunt down the scrilla
Reapa gangg walk down Gorillas
Popping pills pouring out the sill
Touch one of the gangg get killed
Spin wit the drake windmill
The Choppa hit hard Marilyn Mason ya squad
Boogas in my face I'm childish
Bugatti Chiron parked at the Chevron
Pumping that gas high mileage
My money a mountain steady piling
Backyard shooter masked at the social
Reaper gangg known for the violence and silence
Wipe ya nose like you got bad sinus
I'm plus in the field you're minus
Real Rockstar life Im rebel
Got alot of shiny shit in the bezel
Stay riding wit the demon I'm the devil
Grim reapa wit the pick and shovel
Johnny Cage on the mic
It's like I ghostwrite But non of these rappers on my level
Keep the Heckler on the floor for the hecklers
No bodyguard keep the Smith and Wesson
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a Choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If a Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank Dirty poles in a tank
If I blow wit the blicky God bless him
Caught him wit a hundred fifty and stretched him
Trap all season count the extra
I'm in the mother ship this not a Tesla
I'm armed mob member be careful
Fire from the hip I'm a rebel
Selling bars like blocks of cocaine
Stayed down maintained shit changed
They fucked up let me in the game
Trigger happy wit the shottie keep a shoulder rack
Smoking strong Opp packs had to double back
Im ahead of the game on some next shit
Beat the block stay connected like Tetris
Hundred round monkey nuts on the F &N
Shell catcher if we catch him we put him on the stretcher then
Turning up at the show count up the back end
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If a Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank Dirty poles in a tank
In the trap
Making plays off the track phone
Got the J's in and out of the backdoor
Moving units to the stash from bando
Red flag wit a choppa like Rambo
Tec in Chinchillas
We masked up Gorillas
If a Ox want smoke
We Buffalo Bill him
Poppie on the chatline, talking about dinner
Got killas wit shank, Dirty poles in a tank
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Writer(s): Charles Powell
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