[Intro]
Money
What
Relax
[Hook] (x2)
Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow)
Posted up on the block
Baking soda with the pot
Your baby mama she a pie
Pull up on her in a drop (Skur Skur)
I ain't f** I got top
Why you cuffing she a thot (What)
f**ed that b**h on the spot (Yaa)
[Verse 1]
Why you cuffing you a lame, wanna f** me for fame
Wanna f** grab my chain, f** her to Gucci Mane
f** that b**h like a dog, pa** that b**h to my dog
f** that b**h in the yard, pray to me like a god
Pray to me like Messiah, smoking that Gas got that fire
Selling that pack with my five, shoot a n***a he lying
Rob me you is dying
I ain't tripping I be flying
Smoking that gas from my plug that white boy his name Ryan
Getting that cash like I'm signed
I don't need rap I could trap and a n***a survive
[Hook] (x2)
Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow)
Posted up on the block
Baking soda with the pot
Your baby mama she a pie
Pull up on her in a drop (Skur Skur)
I ain't f** I got top
Why you cuffing she a thot (What)
f**ed that b**h on the spot (Yaa)
[Verse 2]
Talking money I got plenty, couple thousand for the Denim
Couple thousand on my women
Splashing on them when I'm winning
Shoes tight I ain't tripping, if it ain't sealed I ain't sipping
Sipping syrup eating chicken, foreign car I be whipping
Diamond wet they be dripping, c**aine she be sniffing
Shooting at them Scottie Pippen, never wife her I be pimping
Look at my chain and my watch and my ring
Rocking Raf Simmons, walking in the rain
f**ing famous b**hes, treat them the same
If you don't get p**y you is a lame
Foolish lil' n***a stay in your lane
Make a n***a dissapear, David Blane
[Hook] (x2)
Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow)
Posted up on the block
Baking soda with the pot
Your baby mama she a pie
Pull up on her in a drop (Skur Skur)
I ain't f** I got top
Why you cuffing she a thot (What)
f**ed that b**h on the spot (Yaa)