(Hitkidd what it do)
Yeah (KJ let the beat rock)
I always knew I was gonna cheat and make my girl leave (make my girl to leave)
I'm tryna boss up my whole life, but I still sell weed (but I still sell weed)
In the back of the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm still clutching
I know it's bulletproof, but I ain't going (know it's bulletproof, but I ain't going)
Alright, presidential Rolex, Icebox iced out
I be on some pimp shit
Kick a nigga lights out
Mouth shut, he in the car rumbling, but he ain't said none
I been in the house a month straight, I heard the feds coming
Many men wish death upon me
And I don't know why, but I'ma handle it (I don't know why, but I'ma handle it)
I started rapping, moved my momma out the trenches (rapping for my momma)
I'm dressed in Gucci head to toe like I'm a mannequin (Gucci head to toe)
Alright, I'ma dawg nigga (yeah)
And I'ma trap nigga (yeah)
And I'ma rap nigga where the sack be (and I'ma rap nigga)
I'm tryna grind and put New Orleans on the map, nigga (tryna put New Orleans on the map)
Tryna win and put my brodie on a sack (win and put my brodie on a sack)
I'm the realest nigga, they gonna tell you 'bout me
Foe got a bag, he treat a model bitch like anybody (treat a model bitch like anybody)
I'm on my grind, and I'm wild 'cause I'm a ghetto child
She got a job, her pussy good, I'm 'bout bust her down, alright (I'm 'bout bust her down)
Alright, trapper of the year, alright
Savage of the year, alright
Money making Mitch, alright (money making Mitch)
Big tycoon, alright
Ace boom corner, alright
Savage in my blood, alright
Trapping in the school
Crazy (crazy)
Niggas crazy as the fuck
I'm too wavy (I'm too wavy)
I'm tryna nail him to the ground, I catch him playing (I catch him playing)
I sit with rich niggas, I don't play with fakers (don't play with fakers)
You niggas faking
Yeah, I'm the one who turnt up my whole city (yeah)
I could take a nigga out the trap and show him how to touch a milli' (show him how to really touch a milli')
Got hustlers who still be in the kitchen
I'm tryna change they life, but they want faster put they money on they bitches
I make gettin money music not, no trill music
I'ma dawg my hoes still love me
And she gon' deal with it
To tell the truth, that's why I feel for her
'Cause I'ma
'Cause I'ma
'Cause I'ma fucking trapper never coming in the house at night
I know niggas mad, I'm selling Zaza with a bubba price
I'm in demon mode, I'm right back
Fucking groupie hoes, I'm right back
Standing by that store like I ain't
Got nowhere to go, I'm right back
Putting niggas bitches on they knees
I'm getting to that cheddar to that cheese
Alright
Trapper of the year alright
Savage of the year alright
Money making Mitch alright
Big tycoon alright
Ace boom corner alright
Savage in my blood alright
Trapping in the school
Crazy
Niggas crazy as the fuck
I'm too wavy
I'm tryna nail him to the ground, I catch him playing
I sit with rich niggas, I don't play with fakers
You niggas faking (you niggas faking)
