Aye, what?
I got designer all over my jeans, and designer all over my belt
Hold up, hold up
Aye, what?
Trxple7
Real trap sh#t
I got designer all over my jeans, and designer all over my belt
He a p#ss# b#tch and it ain’t hard to tell
I ain’t talkin’ Young Thug, but I spent a rack at YSL
If he really want it, imma up this choppa, give ’em hell
I’m too busy countin’ guap, so I can not talk right now
When I spray that choppa, we gon’ turn this into Nuketown
If he f#ck with trxple7, we gon’ pull up, shoot him down
When I’m pullin’ out that choppa, this b#tch make a sound
Trxple7, that’s the gang
You a lame, you can’t hang
b#tch I hop on private planes
Or it’s first class, really just dеpends on the day
Aye, ayе, I count hunnids up
MAC-10, AK47, do not f#ck with us
You won’t ever be like us b#tch, just suck it up
Heard him talkin’ down, then we hit him up, that’s tough luck
Aye, coppin’ the diamonds, you ain’t heard of
I told you do not come ’round here, you ain’t heard us?
We been runnin’ this sh#t, we been doin’ them hurdles
f#ck around with us, you gon’ get hurt, bro
I got designer all over my jeans, and designer all over my belt
He a p#ss# b#tch and it ain’t hard to tell
I ain’t talkin’ Young Thug, but I spent a rack at YSL
If he really want it, imma up this choppa, give ’em hell
I’m too busy countin’ guap, so I can not talk right now
When I spray that choppa, we gon’ turn this into Nuketown
If he f#ck with trxple7, we gon’ pull up, shoot him down
When I’m pullin’ out that choppa, this b#tch make a sound
Aye, Black Ops 2 with the f#ckin’ dual Glocks
We don’t play no games b#tch, we don’t use dualshock
We gon’ hit him up, with dual shots
You could call it overkill, cause I got them dual choppas
You gotta be stupid if you run up on us, we gon’ blow
Left wrist got an Audemar, right got Hublot
Got me two twin Glocks, we gon’ pull up and unload
Pop out with the choppa, you do not want no war
Try us, we gon’ put you in the ground
Two houses just like Nuketown
Like it’s Sim City, imma buy the whole town
Imma make that choppa growl
I got-
-designer all over my jeans, and designer all over my belt
He a p#ss# b#tch and it ain’t hard to tell
I ain’t talkin’ Young Thug, but I spent a rack at YSL
If he really want it, imma up this choppa, give ’em hell
I’m too busy countin’ guap, so I can not talk right now
When I spray that choppa, we gon’ turn this into Nuketown
If he f#ck with trxple7, we gon’ pull up, shoot him down
When I’m pullin’ out that choppa, this b#tch make a sound
Trxple7, we gon’ send you to heaven
[It’s on my belt
[Ain’t hard to tell
[YSL
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