had to sip that lemon water
lotta shit changed in the past few years
put in hours just like a trucker
shoot 'em head to buckets
these bitches wanna fuck me
trappin' on the block with a glock
joggers tight but the money fit
he got indicted with a hundred grips
12 try to kick my door and shit
we throwin' out packs like a quarterback
and we catchin' that ball like a running back
you know you my son with that
and we'll make him jump with that
he talkin' that tough shit
and we'll make him run with that
i bet you he won't get his lover back
i was trappin' on the block