Trap
I walk around with a pole on me Fuck fake friends, a lot of niggas Tryna
Roll on me Check out these goddamn diamonds on my wrist!
And my neck and my ears, fresh fit and I got bands
Trying' not to sell drugs cause I'm rapping' If rapping' don't work, I'm a trap than
And I'll tell you off the rip, I am not playing' wit a Nigga, or a bitch, that's what I'm saying
Hope you see what I'm saying' up in caption If you tired of being' broke
Goddamn diamonds on my wrist and my neck and my ears, fresh fit and I got
Bands Trying' not to sell drugs cause I'm rapping
If rapping' don't work, I'm a trap den I'm a tell you off the rip, I am not playing
Wit a nigga, or a bitch, that's what I'm saying' Hope you see what I'm saying' up in caption
You tired of being' broke, nigga, trapped den
Wish you would try to run up on me I gotta mothafuckin' fn
Leave a ma fucker' dead in the street Tried to run off bullets so his whole back in
I am never gonna be without a scrap and the strip club, let me bring the scrap in
Like Goddamn, she gone' make it shake if you got bands
She gone' make you clap like it got hands
She gone' make you clap like it got hands
She can make you clap with or without hands
She gone' ride my dick it's a lap dance
And then turn around and eat the balls like Ms. Pac-Man
Off the rip, she is not playing
Shawty spit up on the dick and lick it off, that's what I'm saying
Put this dick up in your mouth then
I aint tryna make love to you, I'm tryna break a bitch back in
Profit how you hold it down told the bitch look
Had to stay up on the grind, shawty big push
Get it in from out of town, by the bricks look
Get it in, chop it down, and send it out, is what the shit took
I walk around with a pole on me
Fuck fake friends alot of niggas be tryna roll on me
I got this platinum and gold on me
I usually choose one, but right now I got both on me
And a pocket full of big racks
I used to be broke, my nigga now I got big stacks
I reup now up on big packs
Listen, you can hit me up, but really I ain't with the chit-chat
I hit lil' shawty where I whip out
And I did it so good, had lil' Shawty like he did that
Okay, now I'm spitting' big facts
I'm that lil' skinny nigga, but I eat it like I'm big fat
Just know I ain't finna play with her
I don't sleep on life, so nigga, I ain't finna lay with her
Can't be spending' all day in her
Bitch I got shit to do, I dick you down and go straight get it
I put my grind over they feelings
Cause when i aint nothing they aint stick around, they was straight dippin
And right now I'm okay with it
Fuck Whoever turn they back on me, they stick around as fuck, they feelings
Cause right now I don't give a fuck
So much money coming' in, it's on the line, then I pick it up
What's on your mind, all I'm thinking' of
Think about it in my sleep, it's on my mind when I'm getting' up
Stay down, now I'm really up
I always kept money on me, but right now I got bigger bucks
You talking' down like I give a fuck
I Don't care who fuck with me, my own fam tried to hit me up
So now I roll like a Mack wood
I be chilling' by myself, a couple hoes smoking' backwoods
Ain't got on clothes and they act hood
Like who say they won't smoke with me, they can get throwed in the backwood
You get a pole and try to act hood
And then you wanna rip yo street like it ain't hoes up in that hood
Get a pole and hit that hood
And I do it by myself, don't need no bros, I can just do it
Roll on me Check out these goddamn diamonds on my wrist!
And my neck and my ears, fresh fit and I got bands
Trying' not to sell drugs cause I'm rapping' If rapping' don't work, I'm a trap than
And I'll tell you off the rip, I am not playing' wit a Nigga, or a bitch, that's what I'm saying
Hope you see what I'm saying' up in caption If you tired of being' broke
Goddamn diamonds on my wrist and my neck and my ears, fresh fit and I got
Bands Trying' not to sell drugs cause I'm rapping
If rapping' don't work, I'm a trap den I'm a tell you off the rip, I am not playing
Wit a nigga, or a bitch, that's what I'm saying' Hope you see what I'm saying' up in caption
You tired of being' broke, nigga, trapped den
Wish you would try to run up on me I gotta mothafuckin' fn
Leave a ma fucker' dead in the street Tried to run off bullets so his whole back in
I am never gonna be without a scrap and the strip club, let me bring the scrap in
Like Goddamn, she gone' make it shake if you got bands
She gone' make you clap like it got hands
She gone' make you clap like it got hands
She can make you clap with or without hands
She gone' ride my dick it's a lap dance
And then turn around and eat the balls like Ms. Pac-Man
Off the rip, she is not playing
Shawty spit up on the dick and lick it off, that's what I'm saying
Put this dick up in your mouth then
I aint tryna make love to you, I'm tryna break a bitch back in
Profit how you hold it down told the bitch look
Had to stay up on the grind, shawty big push
Get it in from out of town, by the bricks look
Get it in, chop it down, and send it out, is what the shit took
I walk around with a pole on me
Fuck fake friends alot of niggas be tryna roll on me
I got this platinum and gold on me
I usually choose one, but right now I got both on me
And a pocket full of big racks
I used to be broke, my nigga now I got big stacks
I reup now up on big packs
Listen, you can hit me up, but really I ain't with the chit-chat
I hit lil' shawty where I whip out
And I did it so good, had lil' Shawty like he did that
Okay, now I'm spitting' big facts
I'm that lil' skinny nigga, but I eat it like I'm big fat
Just know I ain't finna play with her
I don't sleep on life, so nigga, I ain't finna lay with her
Can't be spending' all day in her
Bitch I got shit to do, I dick you down and go straight get it
I put my grind over they feelings
Cause when i aint nothing they aint stick around, they was straight dippin
And right now I'm okay with it
Fuck Whoever turn they back on me, they stick around as fuck, they feelings
Cause right now I don't give a fuck
So much money coming' in, it's on the line, then I pick it up
What's on your mind, all I'm thinking' of
Think about it in my sleep, it's on my mind when I'm getting' up
Stay down, now I'm really up
I always kept money on me, but right now I got bigger bucks
You talking' down like I give a fuck
I Don't care who fuck with me, my own fam tried to hit me up
So now I roll like a Mack wood
I be chilling' by myself, a couple hoes smoking' backwoods
Ain't got on clothes and they act hood
Like who say they won't smoke with me, they can get throwed in the backwood
You get a pole and try to act hood
And then you wanna rip yo street like it ain't hoes up in that hood
Get a pole and hit that hood
And I do it by myself, don't need no bros, I can just do it
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Writer(s): Geno West
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