All these n***as talkin like they trap gods
Talkin like they so hard they ain’t never so hard
And I know that I’m a rapper,
I’ll have thirty n***as up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you’ll think I always had a cold,
And his b**h on my pistol touchin’ sh**
I’m like what you touch that for.
Unless you finish shoot some sh** for
So don’t touch my pistol!
Cause I don’t wanna have to blow, yeah.
Cause I don’t wanna have to go to jail.
I’m high as f** like oh well
Shootin’ sh** like hold them
They said he know me I don’t know him.
I’m flexin’ on these n***as no jam
Got indicted sellin’ coke, and sellin’ dope
I don’t want this sh** no more.
But you gonna sell it for me though
Don’t tell nobody on me though.
I don’t wanna have to move to Puerto Rico,
And change everything on my ID though
Cause I’ll never snitch on my amigos
Cause when I bought six from him he came to me for more.
All these n******gs talkin like they trap gods
Talkin like they so hard they ain’t never so hard
And I know that I’m a rapper,
I’ll have thirty n******gs up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you’ll think I always had a cold,
And his b**h on my pistol touchin’ sh**
I’m like what you touch that for.
Unless you finish shoot some sh** for
So don’t touch my pistol!
Cause I don’t wanna have to blow, yeah.
Cause I don’t wanna have to go to jail.
Stalk me now block me now
Wish a n***a would try to follow me about
The block hot the cops hot
Finna go to New Orleans to the Mardi Gras
She a hot thot she was already drop
I’m tryna see if money love me or not
But I think money love me alot
Try to take my sh** let the chopper flop like ra ra ra ra ra
Trappin’ on my phone like la la like aahh aahh aaaahh
All these n******gs talkin’ like they trap God
Until their a** get robbed.
All these n***as talkin like they trap gods
Talkin like they so hard they ain’t never so hard
And I know that I’m a rapper,
I’ll have thirty n***as up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you’ll think I always had a cold,
And his b**h on my pistol touchin’ sh**
I’m like what you touch that for.
Unless you finish shoot some sh** for
So don’t touch my pistol!
Cause I don’t wanna have to blow, yeah.
Cause I don’t wanna have to go to jail