Llamd

We got Miltdog up in the front
Bikers all up on the road
Shoot
Smoking on your zo
Man he got put up in this blunt
I don't give no fuck
I'm finna smoke him like some runtz
I don't give no fuck
I'm finna smoke him like some cookie
I got feds up at my door
I really think they tryna book me
Get the fuck up out my face
I aint do shit
Life changed in 7th grade
Now I'm posted in the trap
Riding with them 38s
Now I'm posted in the trap
Riding with them 38s
You can catch me in a scat
Cutting lanes up with this drake
Cup of lean with a blunt
Smoke exotic to my face
Couldn't be with them no more
I had to put them on my chain
Its a diamond Cuban link
I heard that chopper it go
I be tripping over bitches since I lost the one
In the trap I pass a perc Ill pop another one
I be sipping double cups ill spin another one
Heard your bitch she wanna fuck
I fucked another one
I got this bitch pregnant
She right out from Columbia
She tryna get me tied with bricks
Cause I might run her one
I might just hit the fucking strip
With like a hundred ones
I just did that fucking shit
Cause I'm my daddies son
Smoking on your zo
Man he got put up in this blunt
I don't give no fuck
I'm finna smoke him like some runtz
I don't give no fuck
I'm finna smoke him like some cookie
I got feds up at my door
I really think they tryna book me
Get the fuck up out my face
I aint do shit
Life changed in seventh grade
Now I'm posted in the trap
Riding with them 38s
Now I'm posted in the trap
Riding with them 38s
I cant trip about no bitch
Don't give a fuck about what they say
Only trip about this one bitch
Starting to fuck up my day
And she know I'm talking bout her
And she know I'm talking skraight
She done hit my momma up
Shordy be tripping I sip drank
I told shordy don't be mad
Its just how I deal with my pain
And I started dissing shit
I was tripping its not okay
I be posted with this bitch
But I aint posted with my bae
Homie Joe you know how we do
Ill kick a bike riding freestyle
We got la la lambos lambos behind us
Lambo right behind me
Posted with these bitches
I aint posted with my bae
Heard you lit my shit up
Lit your shit up next day
Now im posted in the trap
Counting hundreds till they break
Get the fuck up out my face
Bitch you know this not a race
Bitch you know this not a race
I be cracking cards and bitches
In this city till they break
Got some shooters out in Burnaby
They finna do that race yea
It aint really take too much
To get you off the map
I'm posted with a body bag
Full of a hundred straps
I aint tripping
If I'm broke ill get this money back
Like you aint ever seen a brick
Beside a hundred cash
I live that shit at seventeen
I make that money fast
Ill sell that shit and if there's profit
I might double back
Ill sell that shit and if there's profit
I might double back
Say it again
Cause you aint really seen a hundred cash
Dont give no fucks
Cause I be posted where the shooters at



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