cook that shit up
quay
yeah
quay cooked this shit up
man
pablo juan cooked that shit up
man
roll up the dope
gold on my rope
gotta stay in school young nigga
get hoes
go get that money and fuck on your ho
take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
pint come sealed
i just poured up a four
fuck your career
i got money to blow
rich in the hood
i got bricks of the coke
ain't gotta tell us shit
they already know
real in the trap
this ain't no fairytale
bricks and bails
i keep breaking my scale
i cook with the mask
i can't stand the smell
if your clique locked up
nigga i know you 'gon tell
my shooters they ready
i pay 'em well
let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
trap out the house
bitch
you know we don't stay there
come to the trap
have your money ready
i'm cookin' it in the pot like spaghetti
havin' raw dope
nigga this shit deadly
three choppers with me like ed
edd n eddy
i just want numbers
the fetty
them pesos
dope good like they was tastin' the rainbow
don't give no fuck
i'ma fuck on your main ho
bad 'lil foreign bitch
i think she albino
i done got rich but i'm still on the same road
workin' two burners with the pot
django
racks in my skinnys
addicted to bank rolls
i know you wish you was a nigga
you ain't though
still in the trap
i ain't changed clothes
try me
i guarantee you get your brains blowed
gimme that head and that pussy
no anal
better have the pies
nigga i sell it
case closed
one thing i never did is pay hoes
can't pay attention to these niggas
they hoes
check my resume i'm straight out the bowl
reppin' that dope
had to call out the hole
he started snitchin' we call him a mole
stuffin' the bricks in the back of the store
pablo the plug
bitch
don't ask what i sold
i jump in the foreign and roll up the dope
roll up the dope
gold on my rope
gotta stay in school young nigga
get hoes
go get that money and fuck on your ho
take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
pint come sealed
i just poured up a four
fuck your career
i got money to blow
rich in the hood
i got bricks of the coke
ain't gotta tell us shit
they already know
real in the trap
this ain't no fairytale
bricks and bails
i keep breaking my scale
i cook with the mask
i can't stand the smell
if your clique locked up
nigga i know you 'gon tell
my shooters they ready
i pay 'em well
let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
trap out the house
bitch
you know we don't stay there
young scooter
pablo juan
and we making' moves like pablo
aston with the rose gold rims
and i got a murcielago
we put the pounds on the road
and we put the bricks on the cargo
anything i motherfuckin' say
i bet the street niggas follow
free ralo
spin the nigga's block with the fully-auto
i got all this water on
i might need goggles )
pay the bitch extra she swallow
fuckin' bad bitches
models
we go full throttle
pop a hundred bottles
me and pablo juan
we get bails out the foreign
i put the streets on curfew
i'm 'bout to set the alarm
no less than fifty racks
each watch i put on my arms
all i rap about is dope 'cause thats the way i was born
roll up the dope
gold on my rope
gotta stay in school young nigga
get hoes
go get that money and fuck on your ho
take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
pint come sealed
i just poured up a four
fuck your career
i got money to blow
rich in the hood
i got bricks of the coke
ain't gotta tell us shit
they already know
real in the trap
this ain't no fairytale
bricks and bails
i keep breaking my scale
i cook with the mask
i can't stand the smell
if your clique locked up
nigga i know you 'gon tell
my shooters they ready
i pay 'em well
let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
trap out the house
bitch
you know we don't stay there