[Chorus: BK Jay]
Youngin trappin’ I was 14 made money moves for the 23s
Red cup double up
Sprite on rocke call it codeine
Youngin trappin’ I was 14
Made money moves for the 23s
Red cup double up
Sprite on rocke call it codeine
[Verse 1: BK Jay]
Youngin trappin I was 14 started writing rhymes so I got in the booth
Shot shot shot shot
Momma crying she don’t know what the fuck to do
Younger son started chasing green
Older son was chasing his degree
Mother got locked up brother working 9-5 so lil bro could eat
Lost my grandpa at the age of 3 got a cold heart so I don’t need a sweater
13 standing on the corner
Selling rocks heart getting warmer
First body at a young age I was very much into the gunplay
Niggas hating politics debating
Momma told me stick to paper chasin
Forget these hoes I’m just tryna get it
Money long I just wanna spend it
E.B.G every body gets it
Red dot every body hittin
Deep ball ain’t no body missing
Born in the trap I was jumpin fences
Ellz go shoot ain’t no missing
Got a 40 to make sure that y’all listen
Ice on my wrist watch it glisten
Right jab i'm not missing
Quick jab imma keep dissing
Paper coming call me Ace Boogie
Cops coming watch how I boogie
Real nigga so don’t shoot me
Rock Designer only Gucci
[Chorus: BK Jay]
Youngin trappin’ I was 14 made money moves for the 23s
Red cup double up
Sprite on rocke call it codeine
Youngin trappin’ I was 14
Made money moves for the 23s
Red cup double up
Sprite on rocke call it codeine
[Verse 2: KingVen]
White cup and it's filled with lean
Got a .40 on me and it got a beam
Young nigga tryin chase a dream
Now i'm in the stu doin better things
Never change still with the team
And when I make it we gon all eat
Promised mama imma make it to the top even if we don't sleep
Niggas is talkin but not with my time
I'm stuck in the past where I committed crimes
If you fuck with me I promise you will die
I'm gripping the strap and I won't let it slide
These bitches they played me like I was a dummy
Now she hear my song and I'm all in her tummy
I took that bitch heart so I bought her a bunnny
I boned her real good so she started walking funny
These crackers they tryin put me in the jammer
Now when I run up i'm just blasting my hammer
My niggas they do this they really some scammers
Niggas is jealous they envy my glamour
Low in the trap imma run up my brakes
Chillin with the gang and we all toting stakes
We stay with the heat so don't try any tricks
Just stay in the back I stay getting rich
[Verse 3: ChildishUser]
(Yuh yuh)
If you niggas leave you not on my team
This shit for the gang and that’s to the death
You niggas ain't nothing you niggas ain't fresh
You talk about bullshit then you talking less
My niggas roll up and we smoke up our stress
If he talking hot then slide me that tech
If you wanna know what I really be on
I write up my life up on every song
And first off just shout out my nigga duvon
We lost em so young
Man that was my brother
Been working all winter to heat up the summer
I wanna cop me a hummer
I wanna cop me a benz
I wanna pull up and make all these Ms
I wanna fuck on her friends
I wanna do all these things
And my nigga jay
He making a song
He left me a spot
Fuck all my exes and fuck all you thots
We making that bread we sending out shots
And i'm with lil jay
And we do the most
I fuck on yo bitch and ion wanna boast
You niggas ain't getting that money like woah
You niggas ain't getting that money like no
And I get that money like I get that dough
You niggas ain't fuckin I fuck her then go
Them niggas they talking cuz I got the flow
They stealing my flow
That’s just how it goes
I got the sauce, you know i'm the boss don’t care what it cost
Cuz I got it all
Know that I ball
6’4 nigga you know that i'm tall
And Im drinking backwoods cuz ion even smoke
Niggas they talk but I take as a joke
Fuck with that bitch cuz she love to choke
In 2019, we making that green
Money machines
Money routines