Cj on the beat
Ayy, too many guns in my motherf#cking crib
I be selling drugs, but i’m not trapping where i live
My bro got the glock, i be toting on the sig
I be stacking bands, i’m trying get them real big
I be off a xan, i be geeking like a b#tch
Little trap goth, i be slicing up my wrists
b#tch, i get the drop and send some shots into his crib
I be off the drugs, i can’t remember what i did
Who got guns longer than jason kidd?
Step in this b#tch with zayguapkid
Front pocket poking like a bbl
I-95 with the work, no cdl
Who used to sell that molly by the shell?
Who the one put the dope on thе scale?
Who the one еye out the work and don’t need a scale?
Who the the one 〈.?.〉
First time i stole it was only for food
n#gg# run up, choppa knock him out his shoes
Dress so fresh, think i made the news
Had to drop out of school, ’cause i couldn’t pay dues
Different louis v bracelets, all types of hues
I can’t get high off runtz, so i got to pour too
Run the beat with my dog like steve from blue’s clues
These n#gg#s taking pics how lil wop do
Smoking that gas, n#gg#, smell the fumes
If you run up, this glock go boom
Pop me a perc, now i’m high like the moon
I know some hippie n#gg#s selling shrooms
I know some emo n#gg#s selling guns
Bro did a drill, now he on the run
〈.?.〉, n#gg#, smoking on runtz
I’ll kill your man’s and roll him in a blunt
She want to f#ck me, ’cause she know i’m the one
I got every possible attachment on my gun
She giving me brain like i came out a tomb
She give me the brain, and i’m like uh
Louis v sign on the back of my shoe
This weed top shelf, i’m smoking on goop
I’m balling like jordan when he had the flu
I’m balling like steph curry when n#gg#s thought his wife was cheating on him
Don’t try zayguap, kept the heat on him
Trap so damn hard, the heat on me
Rip 〈.?.〉, i can’t see
Fees lined up like the dmv
Cocaine white like the cast of glee
I’m on more drugs than reggie p
Take your last dollar and bet on me
Plug got me waiting like jodeci
Twitter n#gg#s hate on me like j.k. rowling
Trap so damn hard, i got promoted
Smoking on gelato, it’s got me floating
Whole closet rick, but i’m not owen
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