BabyTron]
Young ma… vib…
Ayee
Young fly motherf**ker, I might go to DC
Touch at LAX and then I’m headed towards the DT
Somewhere on the beach getting blowed, but it ain’t seaweed
She a green like not no strawberry just a kiwi
Life’s hard so stop looking for a freebee (huh huh huh)
Shouldn’t believe him whoever said it was easy (huh huh huh)
Let a flame out the stick, this b**ch a tiki (huh huh)
Got a ghetto b**ch from south central like [?]
I heard the opps ‘nem bored, I’m finna put em in a ouija
Full metal jackets for that cappin’, put him in his beanie
We was zootin’ in that shooter, now I pull up Lamborghini
A wish for a thousand wishes, I’ll scam a gеnie
Every time shе pop a perc with me she get to actin’ freaky
Blowin Zoddy, cuddy on probation, took a black and freaked it
Have you ever seen yourself when you looked up at the TV?
Pouring Quagen on my way to Cali, woke up passing Phoenix
Rockin Pradas, toting blickies, sh*t I’m triple strapped at Neiman’s
Tryna take out anger, treat the trigger like a hand and squeeze it
He could never come back to this side, we got him banned for treason
Twenty kitties back to back, let’s see who got the fastest demon (huh huh huh)
Time to pray for ocky he’ll wack a deacon (huh huh huh)
You ain’t durable you’ll miss like half the season (huh huh huh)
Unreleased Gen-6, get blast to pieces (huh huh huh)
(And huh huh huh, huh huh huh, huh huh huh)
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
All these chains on my neck they ain’t moissanite
Your Moncler old as f**k, I just ordered mine
What happened to your money on your borderline?
Why you couldn’t pop a perc and had to snort a line?
Excuse me cuz I’m riding around with big sh*t
Big sh*t, walk in galleria with a thick b**ch
Thick b**ch, why you riding in the car listed?
Listed, air a nigga sh*t like a whip-it
Hop out fat black trucks, thought it was Obama
Police b**ch called me, I don’t want no problems
My daughter like hunnid, she don’t want no dollars
f**k a b**ch friend, ain’t got no condoms
A hunnid ain’t sh*t, who your role model?
Perc 10 after 10 can’t do no bottle
Split a nigga sh*t, can’t do no robbin’
Turn a loss to a lesson, can’t do no sobbin’
All these f**kin’ racks need four pockets
Get up on that stage, now the show rockin’
Get up on this dick, b**ch yo time tickin’
I ain’t no motherf**kin pimp, I just knock b**ches
What the f**k is it gonna take for you to stop snitching?
Hundred drum on that b**ch, it won’t stop hitting