(Hitkidd, what it do)

Yeah (KJ let the beat rock) yeah, yeah

I always knew I was gon' 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 ****'s 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'm a dawg **** (yeah), and I'm a trap **** (yeah)

And I'm a rap **** where the sack be (and I'm a rap ****)

I'm tryna grind and put New Orleans on the map, **** (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 ****, 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)

**** 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 ****, I don't play with fakers (don't play with fakers)

You **** faking

Yeah, I'm the one who turnt up my whole city (yeah)

I could take a **** out the trap and show him how to 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'm a dawg, my hoes still love me (yeah)

And she gon' deal with it

To tell the truth, that's why I feel for her

'Cause I'm a-, 'cause I'ma-

'Cause I'm a fucking trapper never coming in the house at night

I know **** 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 **** bitches on they knees

I'm right back getting to that cheddar, to that cheese

Alright (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

**** crazy as the fuck, I'm too wavy

I'm tryna nail him to the ground, I catch him playing

I sit with rich ****, I don't play with fakers

You **** faking (you **** faking, haha)