[Hook][x2]
Gucci I got it, Louis I got it
Versace I got it, that's dope boy magic
I'm dope boy swagging, 20 cal packing
40 cal packing now my troop still sagging
[Verse 1]
I'm a dope a** n***a with a dope a** swag
Need a dope a** b**h with a dope big a**
Tote a dope big gun, selling dope big bags
Got a lot of f**ing money from these f**ing dopeheads
You won't make it out the trap, homie [?]
Gucci, Louis, know I got, [?] that's not a [?]
f**ing b**hes in the trap, born ho get it back
Pretty girl in the trap, she ain't never going back
Ain't a trap girl baby, why you steady tryna act
You won't make it in the trap, so don't bring your a** back
Flipping, flipping, stacking, stack
Bringing chickens through the back
I got money on the floor, I got shooters at the door
Shook a couple haters off, then some k**ers knocked em off
Homie just cause you got Santa don't mean you're by my mama's house
Broke n***a watch your mouth, knick him like it was a draw
Heard she got some label money, did you really get some money?
[Hook]
[Outro][x2]
Will she make it out the trap? Lord knows
Most these b**hes in the trap, they born hoes
Foreign clothes, foreign cars, condos
I'm a motherf**ing star, they John Does