I'm just smokin’ out the bag

I hit the zaza I'm so gassed

Fuck nigga try sum up that fllat

Top shotta' flexin’ that why that they mad

I got that exotic chop a g you get whacked

Pull out the stick and pop them boys like a nap

Get out of the trap but still gon ride wit the trap (sike)

I ain't ever leave bitch I brought what you need

I was just servin' that halftime, nigga yea halftime trap hall of fame Drew Brees

I was just toting on two Cs, top shotta' went to the bullets hadda go 23

Come through yo' shi' we ain' [?], [askin'?] for 8ths lil nigga go get you a P

Top Shotta ride round with that thrax

45 fye’ him down hit his back

That fuck boy slide lay em’ on his back

Runned off on a line nigga I ain't shaq

Can’t hide we find nigga where you at

Takе a look at my stick from the back

Nigga look behind switchy is attached

Littlе nigga try to side his ass get bath

Ridin' 'round know I'm strapped

Know I’m outside nigga wit' sum' racks

Tryn' push up fye shit where you at

My lil hoe fine shit let me smack

Know what I ride with boy get back

I'm too high boy I'm off the thrax

I'm in the sky shit hit like crack