[Hook]

I hit the trap spot

I'm in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot

I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot

Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box

I just picked the

I picked the pad lock

No nigga you ain't in the field you the mascot

She say I'm even prettier in person, got her back shot

Smoking op pack, light the shit up fuck a matchbox

Fuck a matchbox aye

[Verse 1: Kurt Hazard]

Aye fuck that shit I'm gone

Walking lick, I went and mixed the Ksubi with the Chrome

Delorean don't touch the ground it float like a UFO

He won't leave the crib so now we on the porch like we the gnomes

Blicky in the tote, Ricky in the scope

I went and bulletproofed the whip like I ride with the pope

I'm in the spot you oughta watch your bitch and watch your tone

Raf Simons sweater on my body with the patches sewn

Extendo on the stick, huh

I let it hit

I feel like Morty way I'm always with the Rick

Don't try and group me with these boys I'm too legit, I'm too legit

She neck me while I pour up in the Uber lit, it's stupid lit

Like okay, heartless in that Comme Des

Young nigga with an attitude lil bitch I feel O'shea

Big chopper right next to the bookcase that's just for the feng shui

I'm doing shit that they I wouldn't like Hell had a cold day, guess Hell had a cold day

[Hook]

I'm in the trap spot

I'm in the booth, whipping up like it's a crack pot

I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot

Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box

I just picked the-

No

I picked the pad lock

No nigga you ain't in the field you the mascot

She say I'm even prettier in person, got her back shot

Smoking op pack, light the shit up fuck a matchbox

Fuck a matchbox aye

[Verse 2: Boci]

They tryna get inside my head I can't let 'em

Had to mix the Gucci scarf and Gucci sweater

I can't stop doing these drugs they make me better

I can't hate that bitch she make me better

Pouring up that cup it turn me to a villain yeah

I can see the hate but why, we clearly winning yeah

I just hit up Sak's and I just got my drip in yeah

Bitches know I'm not no regular civilian yeah

I let the money stack

Lil bitch do no talking got them runners like a running back

She wanna fuck then run it back

Got them drums like Thundercat

Leave them boys like who is that

Boci, get that green like Yoshi

I sip that wok that codeine

I hawk 'em quick like Tony

I'm with the gang not dollie

I got the strap right on me, geez

All this dirty money's gon make me bleed bleed bleed

So they watch how I maneuver how I weave weave weave cause

[Hook]

I'm in the trap spot

I'm in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot

I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot

Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box

I just picked the-

"You didn't need to kill that policeman"

I picked the pad lock

No nigga you ain't in the field you the mascot

She say I'm even prettier in person, got her back shot

Smoking op pack, light the shit up fuck a matchbox

Fuck a matchbox aye