(UH)
And I know these n***as mad as fuck
Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (TM)
Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up
And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up
Bitch i’m off that dope for real
These n***as ain’t got no swag for real
And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag)
High as fuck, got jetlag for real
This mac 11 come with a 32 mag for real
And me and that n***a geeked we be tweakin’ together
And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather
That n***a just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no n***a totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, thats cool
Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool
No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool
And I don’t gotta show my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana ima flex on you
And I don’t gotta shake my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Okay okay)
Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you (Go)
Bitch these vvs on my neck wet like a fucking pool (Go)
And I know these n***as mad asf
Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (Tm)
Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up
And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up
Bitch i’m off that dope for real
These n***as aint got no swag for real
And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag)
High as fuck, got jetlag for real
This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real
(Yeah, yeah)
This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real
And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real
(UH)
And I know these n***as mad as fuck
Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (TM)
Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up
And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up
Bitch i’m off that dope for real
These n***as ain’t got no swag for real
And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag)
High as fuck, got jetlag for real
This mac 11 come with a 32 mag for real
And me and that n***a geeked we be tweakin’ together
And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather
That n***a just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no n***a totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, thats cool
Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool
No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool
And I don’t gotta show my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana ima flex on you
And I don’t gotta shake my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Okay okay)
Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you (Go)
Bitch these vvs on my neck wet like a fucking pool (Go)
And I know these n***as mad asf
Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (Tm)
Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up
And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up
Bitch i’m off that dope for real
These n***as aint got no swag for real
And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag)
High as fuck, got jetlag for real
This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real
(Yeah, yeah)
This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real
And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real
