Released on November 13, 2017

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[Verse 1]

TLC no fucking Scrub

Fuck a plug get we the source

Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce

A weak link on the paper Troy

Hmm like soul shit, butter drink you Peter Pan

Hmm, you gon get your man part a different plan

Aye don’t get it twisted nigga

One on one trap shit nigga, get in clan

Show you niggas how to run

Don’t worry bout what I do

I rap bout how I move

DJ Kryptonite

I move how I rap nigga

Puerto Rican plug


[Chorus]

Right now I can see myself platinum off a elbow

Might flop a rec but in the trap bitch I went gold

Treat the road like the trap I’m selling bags, hit the show

Zakka fill the whole order I can get it to your door

Yeah we still at the blocka sixty by the railroad

Only having hot shit the green shit is too slow

Working Pete booth we gon add it if you tryna roll

Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab


[Verse 2]

40k indoors homie stuck let me drop top

Got some high vacuum filled gas I made bands whoa

Clientele pulling up with gaffas niggas cashing out

Money counter beeping prices low we got gis good

Got some high [?] got it stock up like we want more

Cherry pie kicking different strands like a grow spot

Turns on six into the Bay we don’t see a drought

Deuces on the out and in the yard got my wheel pound

God dwelling wrapped around my wrist can’t even tell the time

Try to take my watches tell to buy kisses and joke line

Going out the hallway like seet there boy I’m gon take mine

Hate to see the red with you pussies in go and do the time


[Chorus]

Right now I can see myself platinum off a elbow

Might flop a rec but in the trap bitch I went gold

Treat the road like the trap I’m selling bags, hit the show

Zakka fill the whole order I can get it to your door

Yeah we still at the blocka sixty by the railroad

Only having hot shit the green shit is too slow

Working Pete booth we gon add it if you tryna roll

Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab


[Verse 3]

Trap spots where the trap flow

Catch a place run the back door

Band stunned than the Nike boss

Gotta move the pack till the pack gone

Run a crime it’s sealing up

In the twelve watching we switch it up

Don’t fuck with recs it’s your counter case

Grass cutting you don’t fuck with snakes

Drop hitting you done flood the street

Selling high so you don’t get the cheap

Different level you’d a never made it

Went from land grass to the triple bean

Well never said I got it at the spot

Straight drop when it hit the pot

Plug talking Bora Bora

Whip whipping will hit the water

Bout three spots on the same block

Burglar bars ain’t so us naught

Work the mood he from outta town

Got a talk he called the bitch people rhyme

Red loafers he was mad stuck

Sold it back for a high ten

He pulled a tender spot what you looking for

Work with us you gotta pay the team


[Chorus]

Right now I can see myself platinum off a elbow

Might flop a rec but in the trap bitch I went gold

Treat the road like the trap I’m selling bags, hit the show

Zakka fill the whole order I can get it to your door

Yeah we still at the blocka sixty by the railroad

Only having hot shit the green shit is too slow

Working Pete booth we gon add it if you tryna roll

Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab


[Verse 4]

If I can’t find no red, I sip green I can’t even lie

Should go on my scene o tryna stop my shit ya’ll mean high

They say burbs in that shit bulging like a win spot

Big ducks from in Denver the men enable with the slingshot

Serve gas, pills fool, 30 clip thirty two

Fire the rock and ice cube young nigga with a attitude

You snooze you lose don’t play you fool

My newby rule my insta door

Turn my VI section into a trap serving in the club

TLC no fucking Scrub

Fuck a plug get we the source

Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce

A weak link on the paper Troy

Hmm like soul shit, butter drink you Peter Pan

Hmm, you gon get your man part a different plan


[Chorus]

Right now I can see myself platinum off a elbow

Might flop a rec but in the trap bitch I went gold

Treat the road like the trap I’m selling bags, hit the show

Zakka fill the whole order I can get it to your door

Yeah we still at the blocka sixty by the railroad

Only having hot shit the green shit is too slow

Working Pete booth we gon add it if you tryna roll

Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab