niggas know that i'm a problem
twisting niggas' shit like braids
got your bitch going both ways
bricks selling at a fast pace
i had to shake 'em off my last case
that money bag got a bag of chips
on a hitman mission like james bond
hit 'em with the base like baseball
ho can't see nothing like ray charles
nigga this is my run like i'm awol
he remind me of chris paul
them hollow tips hit hard
i send 'em like brett favre
put lanes in your front yard
while loaf with the mac in your backyard
what you think i got 30 in the mac for?
you don't never bless the streets
every day i'm chasing money
if you run down it gotta be a sure shot
finesse the birds if them bitches ain't a pure flock
so much work i could run it up in full blocks
so much work i be cooking out of four pots
you ain't getting no drop
30 in the shit case you need more shots
baby girl probably ran through your whole family
now this thing hereditary
got hitters on bloody mary
young nigga ain't got no manners
selling the dope out my grandma's
orangutan shit hold bananas
baby girl i understand ya
i need a rack for my manor
busting them bricks like a transfer
smoking the dope and the cancer
he just broke with a temper
big bro on parole with the
kidnap him he will not remember
i wrap the snow up like santa
i pour a four in the fanta
out of control with the hammer
go ask your mama lil nigga
all of my niggas is killers
police in the city want ban us
niggas know who got the keys
you ain't talking trapnese
chopper jumping out my jeans
niggas know it's trapnese
i wrap the snow up like santa
i pour a four in the fanta
out of control with the hammer
go ask your mama lil nigga
all of my niggas is killers
police in the city want ban us
niggas know who got the keys
you ain't talking trapnese
chopper jumping out my jeans
niggas know it's trapnese