[Intro]

(alioune, got that murda)

[Verse]

Had to stop talkin', and listen myself

Parents, so this shit be harder than belt

Sellin' these bags, this the only thing that helps

Keep goin' up, I be climbin' the step

Get out of (?), I'm droppin' the shell

Stacks in my mind, shit be feelin' like hell

Demon on my back, but I gotta prevail

Buy my rollie, fuck that, imma go cartier

Takin' these Ls, but I barely could care

Stuck in the booth, tryna create a sound

I want a Glock with a whole hunnid' rounds

He was just smilin', he died with a frown

Pockets so loud, I ain't gotta announce

I'm in the trap with the Glock in my pouch

Cop you a bag, oh, you can cop you a ounce

You outta town, I can get 'em en route

Bitch keep on talkin', I fucked up my count

Feel outta love with this trap, I'm in love with this rap

Fan in my ear, he like "boy, you is cappin'"

Another career, I got me a new path

Tryna have my money long, like a giraffe

Imma put the rap money back in the trap

VVS so hard, make it easy to rap

(?), give me the keys to the trap

I was in the b, with the bli' on my lap

Gettin' 50, in the opp hood, no cap

Beatin' my phone, tryna make my trap bounce

Whatever you do, better make that shit count

(?) dissin', I be losin' my racks

Sittin' at the trap, imma get this shit back

Hoe (?), but I am the catch

Bitch, i'm big strap, you know better than that

Servin' these bowls, like I'm Ron Artest

Stack that back in, imma cop (?) a vet

Pull up in the hood, imma do it for vet

My brother G5, he be fly as a jet

Get me a Maybach, I'm takin' the semi

This a V12, ain't no regular engine

Had the big bands, while we posted in the trenches

Got this shit the Hardaway, I'm feelin' like Penny

Binary trigger on the Glock, shoot swiftly

Sippin' this lean, it's gon' fuck up my kidney

In the trap spot, nigga, come in the kitchen

Cut that hoe off, she starts talkin' 'bout children

Finger my fire, I can't walk in the buildin'

Keep swingin' my door, they done fucked up my ceiling

Tear a nigga white tee off, we peeled him

I'm havin' tools, like Bob the Builder

Hearin' a nigga momma cry, this shit get sentimental

Checkin' this rain, nigga, I'm checkin' credentials

Upgrade my satellite, strap, u gettin' bigger

Green ass nigga, you a dill pickle

Ball in my hands, came off the dribble

Callin' these plays, like I was Doc Rivers

Steady be hustlin', got racks in the middle

I can make the song cry, nigga, I'm feelin' like Jigga