[Verse]

(Uh)

Bitch, i'm fresh up out the trap, got residue on all my fingers

Got a voice like Jodeci, know he gone tell, that boy a singer

Just took a nigga bitch O.T

I wrote his page and told 'em thank ya

Nigga, you better watch how you movin', I got it on me

Armed and dangerous

Mr. hop out with that switch and run ya down, give jit a spankin'

Soon as that fuck nigga get down the road and hop off the bus

Them boys gone shake 'em

All I love is guns, and you know i'm fucked up 'bout them drugs

Spend a dub everytime I re-up, nigga, I ain't going back where I was

Nigga ain't beat that case, he lying

I know you told, bitch, you the fuzz

Nigga wanna ridе the wave so bad

They'll gеt on they knees to catch a buzz

This shit come trim as hell, and I jumped off the porch wit this shit in me

Gotta choose between her and her friend then fuck it, I ain't pickin'

All this shit came off the scale and i'll blow it, I ain't stingy

All that spinnin' I did with twin'nem i'm suprised I ain't dizzy

(Uh, Aye) i'm suprised I ain't dizzy

All that spinnin' I did with twin'nem i'm suprised I ain't dizzy

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I up the score everytime a nigga swing

I send a blitz like John Madden but, this shit ain't a game

That 60 M17 fuck up a nigga frame

Put one of these fuck niggas on ice but

I ain't with Johnny Dang (Uh)

Aye, all this motion got 'em lookin' brazy

Baby, that nigga ain't havin' nothin'

He need a job, go sign 'em up, he better off slavin'

Ran up 100, told ma dukes we made it

I 'member tryna get off my dime

Prayin' for a plug to come and save me

She tryna eat me, love a nigga fragrance

I got the trap swingin', harder than a bitch

You would think I had crack in the 80's

Off the (?) i'm feelin' jaded

When I ain't on point, i'm still on point

Don't play with me, you must be fuckin' brazy

I lost it all and went and got it back

I left a bitch, nigga say he took and just for that

I went and got her back

Ran out of rubber bands, so I left it loose

I'm tryna figure out why these fuck niggas be hatin'

But, that's what niggas do

Still in rotation, I be on the move

Bangin' the five, they think a nigga neighborhood

The way I up the blues

Wanna be famous, i'll help you make the news

Aye, if you thinkin ian gone smack you if ya play then you a fuckin' fool

Real trapper at it's finest

Might cuban link my bitch and buss her neck down with diamonds

In the trap where you could find me, phone jumpin like it's Jordan

These niggas can't even get up off they sack, half these fuck niggas hoarders

Nah, for real