Rych Off Dat
Aye aye aye real trap shit I ain't nothing like this acting ass niggas
Finessed him with the swag and sold him bullshit
This that shit you play when you jugging on the way to the money
He cashed out all hundreds I parked the coupe but left It running
Before I rather go and fuck a bitch I rather get some money
Before I get up on the stand and snitch bitch I rather die
How your name in black and white bitch you cain't come round the gang
These vv's in my chain this teeth came from Johnny dang
Exotic bows and low bags bitch I got rich off that
He wondering where his hoe at I'm hitting her from the back
They like Brett favre Green Bay pack I got rich off that
The way the customers swing my dam door they think I sell crack
I don't beef with you fuck niggas I jus get them whacked
They know I'm having big motion I got big racks
Just blew a ticket in Saks fifth my recipt look like they income tax
I was getting head on the interstate put it in they face like proactive
At the gas station making transactions I subtract the bows like mathematics
Since fourteen I been trapping beat the pack out like joe jackson
This that gangsta shit this that trap shit
This that jug shit that go and pull a trick
Finessed him with the swag and sold him bullshit
Half a bag whole bag put it on the scale I got clientele I bet them bitches sale
Half a bag whole bag put it on the scale I got clientele I bet them bitches sale
I should have been the mail man I seen so many bags land
Vacuum seal that gas cain't smell that
You Ain't never stacked a ten nigga you cain't even blend
My shoes cost a bitch rent
If you getting money spend that shit I want the old school fuck the benz
I really fuck on bitches with they friends
I can pipe a bitch up send a blitz I don't even got to ask madden get your little bitch ass hit up
Aye drop the ticket on them bags bet I make him pull up
Ran my racks up shitting on niggas I thank I need a pullup
Gas bag strong got the bows doing pushups
Ran my racks up shitting on niggas I thank I need a pullup
This that gangsta shit this that trap shit
This that jug shit that go and pull a trick
Finessed him with the swag and sold him bullshit
Yeah
Go
Aye
Motion
Finessed him with the swag and sold him bullshit
This that shit you play when you jugging on the way to the money
He cashed out all hundreds I parked the coupe but left It running
Before I rather go and fuck a bitch I rather get some money
Before I get up on the stand and snitch bitch I rather die
How your name in black and white bitch you cain't come round the gang
These vv's in my chain this teeth came from Johnny dang
Exotic bows and low bags bitch I got rich off that
He wondering where his hoe at I'm hitting her from the back
They like Brett favre Green Bay pack I got rich off that
The way the customers swing my dam door they think I sell crack
I don't beef with you fuck niggas I jus get them whacked
They know I'm having big motion I got big racks
Just blew a ticket in Saks fifth my recipt look like they income tax
I was getting head on the interstate put it in they face like proactive
At the gas station making transactions I subtract the bows like mathematics
Since fourteen I been trapping beat the pack out like joe jackson
This that gangsta shit this that trap shit
This that jug shit that go and pull a trick
Finessed him with the swag and sold him bullshit
Half a bag whole bag put it on the scale I got clientele I bet them bitches sale
Half a bag whole bag put it on the scale I got clientele I bet them bitches sale
I should have been the mail man I seen so many bags land
Vacuum seal that gas cain't smell that
You Ain't never stacked a ten nigga you cain't even blend
My shoes cost a bitch rent
If you getting money spend that shit I want the old school fuck the benz
I really fuck on bitches with they friends
I can pipe a bitch up send a blitz I don't even got to ask madden get your little bitch ass hit up
Aye drop the ticket on them bags bet I make him pull up
Ran my racks up shitting on niggas I thank I need a pullup
Gas bag strong got the bows doing pushups
Ran my racks up shitting on niggas I thank I need a pullup
This that gangsta shit this that trap shit
This that jug shit that go and pull a trick
Finessed him with the swag and sold him bullshit
Yeah
Go
Aye
Motion
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