[Break]

[Intro]

Hah, yeah

[Hook]

I make 100 dollars every month

I don't need a gun to get what I want

You be talking hot all up on your story

Buddy think I care but for real I don't

You pull up in clothes made in 2012

But I'm fresh for real, million dollar coat

I be stackin’ rell, this ain't show and tell

Watch on my wrist, so you gotta cope

[Verse 1]

Trapskeez got you in a headlock, ladies flock like I got dreadlocks

Scaring rappers, maze game, red dot

Counting racks, gotta make a bag bruh

Stack it tall, skyscraper, that’s a landmark

Big moves, I don’t ever take a handoff

Running plays, quarterback, no standoff

They whisper my name in the back like a scandal

Heat in my palm, make a beat sound flammable

Ice drip heavy, wrist look like a landslide

I don’t chase clout, man, I let the bands glide

Enemies plotting but they never get the damn time

I just flip flows, let the metaphors franchise

Bars sharp, pierce through a Kevlar

Hook catchy make ‘em sing in the next car

In the kitchen cookin' like a chef star

Cooking up lines, Michelin, five-star

Never been timid, I’m vivid with pen strokes

Turn a small verse to a painting, Van Gogh

I’m the last boss in the game, you a demo

Trapskeez legend, the name on the temple

See the drip when I walk in the room, that’s pressure

Money on my mind, every line, that’s measure

Talking like a boss but your checks come lesser. (hahaha)

[Hook]

I make 100 dollars every month

I don't need a gun to get what I want

You be talking hot all up on your story

Buddy think I care but for real I don't

You pull up in clothes made in 2012

But I'm fresh for real, million dollar coat

I be stackin’ rell, this ain't show and tell

Watch on my wrist, so you gotta cope

[Verse 2]

Ten toes down, never fold, never stumble

Racks in a pile, make the bag do a tumble

Life like dice, I don’t care if it’s a fumble

Still bounce back, hear the ground start to rumble

You call me Slixer, I stay in that jungle

I don’t chase trends, I invent ‘em on the low

Wave so strong, turn a stream to a flow

Flex on the beat, make the beat say “woah,”

Trapskeez name in the city gon’ grow

Designer my fit but my soul still raw

Turn my scars to a verse, now they clap in awe

You stuck on the ground, I’m above the law

Taking every win, never count on a flaw

[Outro]

Got you in a headlock

Dreadlocks

Red Dot

Huh