Pop

Trap Wave 2

No thanks I'm straight

I can't trip about a bitch

I'ma po that lean straight

I taste codeine up in my shit

X2

And don't worry bout what I'm bout to do, yea

I'm just making my moves, yea

Don't worry bout me

Don't worry bout you

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

I'm just making my moves, yea

Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do

Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

Fuck a bitch and I can't lose

Making money everyday I can't lose

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

Yea

Don't worry bout me

Better worry bout yourself

Stop hating on me

Upgrade with yourself

Yea

No way no where

[Verse 1: Bando Wavey]

I had to trap and

Came back w the rollie

Don't know if she love me

But that's what she told me

I don't know bout these niggas

But act like you owe me

Don't know bout these niggas

But act like you owe me

Don't know if she freaky

That bitch better show me

Don't fuck with these niggas

Cuz they all below me

I never give it up

Bitch I'm like kobe

I never give it up

Bitch I'm like kobe

Purple and yellow drank

Mixing up Kobe

Niggas hate everywhere my momma told me

Bitches be everywhere like they the coldest

I let you's decides if you get promoted

No thanks I'm straight

I can't trip about a bitch

I'ma po that lean straight

I taste codeine up in my shit

Yea don't worry bout what I'm bout to do

I'm just making my moves

Don't worry bout me

Don't worry bout you

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

I'm just making my moves

Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do

Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

Fuck a bitch and I can't lose

Make money everyday I can't lose

Don't worry bout me you'll lose

[Verse 2: Outlaw]

I pull up your bitch

She gonna know me

Keep 4 5 that bitch my lil whoodie

I hop out and I'm fully loaded

And these (???) Chips (?) by the Lotus

I been up the past fews days

Getting money every damn way

Homie threw me on another plate

Cut the sack

Wavey booshie

Most of these rappers be bustas

I'm pulling up and I bust em

I'm out the window, I'm duffin

Just call my phone if it's something

My name is Outlaw

But they call me Flaco

You plural (?) with my nachos

I'm cracking your taco

We loading em up

And I throw on them gloves

I'm coming to ya

Purple dipping that bronco (?)