Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peezy
Vocals
Montana 700
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Byron O Thomas
Songwriter
Tony McDowell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Mount
Mastering Engineer
Quinten Hofman pka Fuels
Producer
Tony 214 Nichols
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Fuels got that heat)
[Instrumental]
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Real trap **** (Real trap ****)
Gettin' a load off (Load off)
Hundred on the way, I ain't never sold soft (A hundred)
Whole city sold up from the Cliff to the north (To the north)
Finna drop a hundred off, I'm with the youngest boss (With the youngest boss)
[Verse 1]
Ridin' in a Benz (A Benz)
Bad bitch, told her go grab all her friends (Get all of 'em)
Really got money to burn, don't ask me what I spend (Don't ask)
**** seen that paperwork, quit calling me your twin (****)
I'm on a different time (Different)
Playin' games, get 'em smacked, that's the bottom line (The bottom line)
Don't act like you with me now, you ain't believe the grind (You didn't)
Told bro to stay down, it's just gon' take some time
This shit too easy (Too easy)
Made my first hundred, I was ridin' 'round with Peezy (My first hundred)
Broke a bitch for a fifty, me and my **** Beezy (Me and my **** Beezy)
Show you how to bust it down, these **** too greedy (These **** too greedy)
[Chorus]
Real trap **** (Real trap ****)
Gettin' a load off (Load off)
Hundred on the way, I ain't never sold soft (A hundred)
Whole city sold up from the Cliff to the north (To the north)
Finna drop a hundred off, I'm with the youngest boss (With the youngest boss)
[Verse 2]
Ghetto
Real trap ****
Gettin' a load off
Redecorate the old school, lift the doors up
If the top down, that mean she took her clothes off
Real results, I've been grindin' for a whole month
Yeah, I've been tryna win
Bought a hundred, they was gone soon as we got 'em in
Vacuum seal the money up, I'm right back to the plug
Finna snatch us up another M while **** at the club
Fuck 'em, let 'em have fun
Keep stacking, boy, you on a million dollar run
Two hundred for a ounce, come and bless your lungs
**** can't fuck with a picture of my son
[Chorus]
Real trap **** (Real trap ****)
Gettin' a load off (Load off)
Hundred on the way, I ain't never sold soft (A hundred)
Whole city sold up from the Cliff to the north (To the north)
Finna drop a hundred off, I'm with the youngest boss (With the youngest boss)
[Verse 3]
Got two hundred stored in a downtown loft
Take a risk to get rich, that's what I was taught
Signed a deal, but I still ain't turn my phone off
Catch me in the trap house, somewhere getting off
Thirty days straight, I'ma stay down
Name really ring bells, I don't play around
Bro fucked the money off tryna take somethin' down
I ain't gotta touch the bitch, she fuck it all by herself
[Chorus]
Real trap **** (Trap ****)
Gettin' a load off (Real trap ****)
Hundred on the way, I ain't never sold soft (A hundred)
Whole city sold up from the Cliff to the north (To the north)
Finna drop a hundred off, I'm with the youngest boss (With the youngest boss)
[Instrumental]
Finna drop a hundred off, I'm with the youngest boss (The youngest boss)
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Byron O Thomas, Tony McDowell