Released on August 2, 2019

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[Intro]

CashMoneyAP

Walk with my cup and I walk with a limp (yeah uh)

E’yeah (yeah yeah)

Uh-uh

Yeah (uh) gang


[Chorus]

Wok in my cup and I walk with a limp

And I’ve been trapping since a kid

Pour up deuce and I pour up trip

They making bands from making nips

You ain’t making money, I don’t want to hear it

Foreign wheels and I’ma steer it

I’ll make it back if I’ma spend it

And if she bad, I’m gonna get it

Who that hot shit, yeah you felt with

All that ice, I have ‘em melted

Most my niggas, they some felons

And they giving me some credit

How you doin’ it independent? And they tell me that they don't get it

She got a dope boy fetish

Emergency here, I’ma need a paramedic


[Verse]

I need a M, make it a double

Hella straps in this tunnel

On the block, that’s the gutter

Where I was living with my mother

It gets crazy in the summer

In the trench with gun-lovers

Hello birdie, burring feathers

And I’m gonna earn in any weather

Pay two thousand for a sweater

Free my bros, writing letters

Take three bands for my tailor

I’m off still, can’t still

That bitch swelled up, she get filled up

I’m in the trap, I ain’t doing the drugs

Call me a provider

That lil’ bitch she so sweet, want to know why she hyper

Glizzy got a red beam, call that shit cyclops

I’m gonna hide where I have a key, and that shit no favour

Most that shit was for a neek and it got crushed up

Now I’m living so neat and they pay for features

Thousand-dollar diamonds all up on my feet, Balenciaga’s

Don’t need any security guard, keep me a wassa

And rolling with a Glock up, probably nonstop


[Chorus]

Wok in my cup and I walk with a limp

And I’ve been trapping since a kid

Pour one for deuce and I pour one for trip

They making bands, from making nif

You ain’t making money, I don’t want to hear it

Foreign wheels and I’ma steer it

I’ll make it back if I’ma spend it

And if she bad, I’m gonna get it

Who that hot shit, yeah you felt with

All that ice, I have ‘em melted

Most my niggas, they some felons

And they giving me some credit

How you doin’ it independent? And they tell me that I’m better

She got a dope boy fetish

The minute shit in, I’ma need a paramedic


[Outro]

Need a paramedic (x5)

Got a dope boy fetish

Yeah ay (x2)

Got a dope boy fetish

She got a dope boy fetish

Got a dope boy fetish