i don't know what to say on the intro
i'm in the trap in the back with the strap
i been serving in traffic
i wrap a brick up in plastic
shit dissappear like its magic
i make a play like i'm magic
i pop me a perc and i smash it
you act like you don't know the difference
this bitch really think i'm a gentleman
these niggas gay and i'm really not feelin' 'em
i'ma just count up the dividends
i went to the church with the strap on
i'm on the flight with the gas
i'm whippin' this bitch like a jag
she fuckin' on me and my man
this chopper'll give you a tan
i'm in the trap in the back with the strap
i'm in the club with guns and young ass bitches
i'm not tryna bump with a nigga
i'm not frontin' that nigga
do this shit for the killers and robbers
and fuck with the mobsters
copped me a pint just to sip out the bottle
can't fuck with no broke bitch
i need a bitch with some money that know shit
you gon' be a hundred or gon' be a ho bitch
i'ma come see whats up with 'em
you know i don't fuck with 'em
so i can't put no trust in 'em
i was just down in this shit
i'm in the trap in the back with the strap