Woah (Yeah)

Bang, bang, Loaded (Bang, ****, huh, woah)

(This beat ProdByRTB)

Ayy, told the police that I rap but I trap too (Bang, bang, bang)

Come down to my block, I'll show you what that trap do (Bang, yeah)

I know if I shoot, round of applause my folks gon' clap too (Bang, bang)

I got **** movin' dog and **** movin' cat food (Bang, bang)

The only thing this money changed was the clothes on my back (On God)

And how I move, I keep tool, put lil' bro on his back (Put bro on his back)

And all my **** up some figures, the fuck is a rack? (Yeah, what's a rack?)

These shots take a **** breathe away like an asthma attack (On God)

This dope I'm smokin' stank, I walk 'round with that shit on me (Dope I'm smokin' on stank)

You know I'm sippin' drank, it cost, can't let it spill on me (Spill it, uh)

Met his lil' bitch out at the club, she tryna feel on me (Go)

Give her dick and then I do her bad, the lil' ho still on me (She still on me)

I'll do a big **** like Craig did Deebo (Craig did Deebo, ayy)

I been sippin' lean, about my green like I'm CeeLo (Just like I'm CeeLo, yeah)

I'm out with the freak hoes, got 'em lit off Casamigos (Bang, bang)

Catch my opps up in the airport, do 'em like Lil Migo (Like they did)

Ayy, told the police that I rap but I trap too (Yeah)

Come down to my block, I'll show you what that trap do (Yeah)

I know if I shoot, round of applause my folks gon' clap too (On God)

I got **** movin' dog and **** movin' cat food (Yeah, yeah, don't give no fucks)

I'm in five-star hotels (Ayy) and I still do whole sales (Ayy)

Real Memphis ****, forever eat wings and Rotel (On God, God)

Say that you got motion in this trap shit, ain't made no sale (Ain't made no sales)

And we pack 'em up and wrap 'em up so it ain't no smell (Ain't no smell, go)

If she ain’t bad, I’ll pass on her, she need ass on her (Ass, need some ass)

And if she suck dick good enough, I’ll spend some cash on her (I'll spend some cash, yeah)

Finna get VVs in my mouth and put some glass on her (Yeah, and put some glass on her)

She a lil' bougie but she ratchet, got some class on her (Got some class on her, uh)

Like soda, know I'm finna pop, go get or you get got (You done got got)

Want bluefaces like Christian Rock, kick shit in like the SWAT (Yeah, yeah, uh)

We send him up like astronauts, get back, I ain't forgot (I ain't forgot, up)

Bury that boy and let him rot, I'm talkin' **** slots (This beat ProdByRTB, slots)

Told the police that I rap but I trap too (Yeah, ayy)

Come down to my block, I'll show you what that trap do (On God, show you what it do)