trap bars

haha

black migo gang

yeah

true story

mad so

move low

creep silent

i don't promote bricks

i promote violence

bitch i'm from the six

i came from pullin' trigs

black amigo

pay like twenty bitches rent

your baby mom included

she love scooter

you right

i ain't gonna do it

i pay like twenty shooters

that's if they cross me

that kill 'em softly

lately

i been kickin' shit like bruce lee

won't do a show for less than twenty

don't approach

you fake rappin' ass niggas never seen the streets

i gave you niggas a lot of lingo

you should thank streets

my opp went to prison

i got him shanked every week

real talk

nigga

i never touched a boy

boss shit

i made your bitch snort a line with roy

i raise myself in the bricks

grew up a hustler

zone six drug lord

got lotta customers

jugg

haha

black migo gang

ysl

you dig

yeah

we came a long way from section eight

nigga

haha

that's slime in this bitch when we's there

count up

whip a nascar

tell 'em shoot a hunnid round

vvs's on my neck

plus my buss down

mixed the codeine with the fanta

watch it turn brown

on the daily

lookin' like i'm supposed to bow

lifestyle turnt

many nights of sellin' white

ridin' in this new whip

clutchin' on my loaded pipe

i don't wanna serve you

heard you in black and white

yeah

i'm 'bout to trap with my chester and my pocket right

let me take you to the trap

buss a bag a clutch a strap

bricks came saran wrap

yeah

we with all of that

now i hit a button and on the roof the top fall back

california

blueface

cut that off

dead weight

came in focused

don't you be the one that set me back

and half of you my sons

how you hate the one that showed you that?

bitch

you know i stomp for real

put signs by the cheek

now they takin' hits for judge and state

drop a kilo on your head

told him to call me when he dead

nigga said

we rollin' up in fifteen minutes