Secure Da Bag
Keep it clean like maybelline shawty feen for a nigga midas touch
Rub the paint off the glass white bubbles I don't wanna see a fucking scratch
Get the packs then I double back
Flip this shit jus like a acrobat
Two bad bitches sit on my lap
I don't even gotta reach or react
Thought he fumbled so turned to a rumble
And I'm always smokin on that good gumbo need large qwap yea I need jumbo
Move nifty when u come to my city
Riding with blickys and snipers and stichies
Get rich or die tryin they callin me fifty
Always knew I was the man of my city
Your favorite trapper yeah he wanna get
With me
Moving bricks in and out of the city
Thought I was pablo or fucking el chapo
Where my money at I need the shit pronto don't get lost tryin to steal all this sauce
Don't get lost tryin to steal all this sauce
And my niggas yea they aiming da torch
Sparkin shit like it was da 4th
All dripped down in christian dior
Had ya shawty come and knock on my door
Took it down like we was in war
Vietanm way I'm thowing them bombs
It's gonna be one hell of a cost
I'm not sorry for your motherfucing lost
Seen the feds kicking down niggas doors secure the product or u gonna lose yours
It's not funny when you losing your money
It felt good being misunderstood
Without pain no such thing as growth
I'm the spokesman to the youth and your folks
I'm the spokesman to the youth and your folks
I been trappin I could boast on post
Where the grabba at this shit is a float
Taking trips on a motherfucking boat
Now a nigga going coast to coast
See me on TV but no u cant be me
Wanna fight me knock ya lights out like stevie
Wanna fight me knock ya lights out like stevie
Comin out your TV like I was three d
The flashing lights and the cameras they see me
Rockstar its not easy to reach me
My shawty callin cause she wanna come kiss me
And the ops shoot I know they gone miss me
And I know ya shawty wanna come lick me
Last week fucked her right in the kitchen
Then she probably made u some motherfucking chicken
You a bitch I know you aint with it
Hurd you a rat so we had to come get em
Ran in your crib for da motherfucking cheese
Ran in your crib for da motherfucking cheese nigga
Rub the paint off the glass white bubbles I don't wanna see a fucking scratch
Get the packs then I double back
Flip this shit jus like a acrobat
Two bad bitches sit on my lap
I don't even gotta reach or react
Thought he fumbled so turned to a rumble
And I'm always smokin on that good gumbo need large qwap yea I need jumbo
Move nifty when u come to my city
Riding with blickys and snipers and stichies
Get rich or die tryin they callin me fifty
Always knew I was the man of my city
Your favorite trapper yeah he wanna get
With me
Moving bricks in and out of the city
Thought I was pablo or fucking el chapo
Where my money at I need the shit pronto don't get lost tryin to steal all this sauce
Don't get lost tryin to steal all this sauce
And my niggas yea they aiming da torch
Sparkin shit like it was da 4th
All dripped down in christian dior
Had ya shawty come and knock on my door
Took it down like we was in war
Vietanm way I'm thowing them bombs
It's gonna be one hell of a cost
I'm not sorry for your motherfucing lost
Seen the feds kicking down niggas doors secure the product or u gonna lose yours
It's not funny when you losing your money
It felt good being misunderstood
Without pain no such thing as growth
I'm the spokesman to the youth and your folks
I'm the spokesman to the youth and your folks
I been trappin I could boast on post
Where the grabba at this shit is a float
Taking trips on a motherfucking boat
Now a nigga going coast to coast
See me on TV but no u cant be me
Wanna fight me knock ya lights out like stevie
Wanna fight me knock ya lights out like stevie
Comin out your TV like I was three d
The flashing lights and the cameras they see me
Rockstar its not easy to reach me
My shawty callin cause she wanna come kiss me
And the ops shoot I know they gone miss me
And I know ya shawty wanna come lick me
Last week fucked her right in the kitchen
Then she probably made u some motherfucking chicken
You a bitch I know you aint with it
Hurd you a rat so we had to come get em
Ran in your crib for da motherfucking cheese
Ran in your crib for da motherfucking cheese nigga
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Writer(s): Isaiah Lewis
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