[Intro]

Slide Thru in a Focus,

Big drip they know this

Lean in my cup potent

Young boy bank up with lotion, (Bank that)

Phone keep ringing

Packs stay flinging

They talk about bands I made

They don’t know that yards got raid, (Yards got raided)

[Verse 1]

Baby want a trapstar

And we trap hard

My bros with me and they bang hard

Free the guys doing bang up

Talk on my name get wrapped up

Opp boys stay bankrupt

They better go get there bands up

No conspiracy so we bank up

Ona ride with bro chop that dotty

We’re gon’ skate call that hockey,

Attack them blocks have man jockey

Double tap waps spray that properly

Bro parred off 100 bands

Get round there in a transit van

15 man on the ride that’s gang, (gang)

Sad bitch talking about bad

She got no body

She talking bare she better drop noddy

And the drills done properly

And I’m heading to the top

And they can’t stop me, (Nahh)

Nah they can’t stop me, (Nahhhhh)

I’m heading to the top when I see them there’s no love

Them man there so hopeless

Touch one of mine don’t hold up

GeeOnes whipping up coca

Pour me up toast up

Toast up toast up

Had 5 on my wish list

So I stepped in the kitchen

GeeOne whipped it up in an instant

So hot that t house kicking

Tryna eat this cake Kipling

In the pot fishes swimming

Drug raid t house kicking

Hot stove wrist stay flicking

No sign opps missing

Free bro clocks ticking

I’m here I’m living

Tryna get this gwop so instant

Rude boy better watch your lip

Oh that’s gang on peds on strips

[Outro]

By the pound now we getting them in

(By the pound now we getting them in)