Trapping is a hobby and habit, these YNs calling me unc down

Run it up making love to money, sun up to sun down

Couple opps in my blunt now, run up get gun down

I’m on the hunt now, top grade in my lungs now

Whipping up kung poa, sniffing on gun powder

On sour diesel with my people, rolling more loud

Nah I can’t hear you right now, Molly, got me in my feelings right now

I had to stretch me a ****, this shit can get wicked, you how we living

**** you know how we get it I took a trip and hit the pacific

Met this lil bih she was tripping, shawty that’s crazy work

Flipping that pack out the sack, and I peel me stacks, and I made her twerk

I perfected this flow off of Percocets, picture perfect she picking poison

Bikin back and we boolin with twin in nem, Flip an 8 every mile that’s a m&m

I came with a nine I need ten of them, Ten in the morning be serving tenants

Back and forth like it’s tennis, Bet I’m winning bet money I reel it in

Wimbeldon with the racks who can vouch that, Spend it all overnight and I bounce back

Back to back til I’m back in the mode, Then I’m cracking this bih like I’m back on stove

Back on the road got me back on the go, Backdoor a **** before he go told

That’s was back in the gap it’s a blessing I’m old, Whoooa

They say I gotta old soul, Still fucking my old hoes

Who finessing like this and finagle the dough

Trapping is a hobby and habit, these YNs calling me unc down

Run it up making love to money, sun up to sun down

Couple opps in my blunt now, run up get gun down

I’m on the hunt now, top grade in my lungs now

Whipping up kung poa, sniffing on gun powder

On sour diesel with my people, rolling more loud

Nah I can’t hear you right now, Molly, got me in my feelings right now

My mind on the ceiling right now, can’t come down

Cloud 9 on 10 popping jiggas, remember them nights I ain’t have shit

Trust a **** who went thru them hard times, All these rappers be capping they selling lies

I’d be lying if I say I ain’t never sign, Had to find my own way thru the trenches

Peace of mind peace sign to the bullshit, At the bank with another deposit

I’m bouta takeoff like rocket, Ran off on the plug with the socket

These hoes all know that I’m toxic, Knowing I’m the topic of the gossip

Head on swivel, I’m cautious, I’m rolling with bosses who addicted to flossing

Bossn up with a bih from the tropics, lil shawty say that I'm awesome

Trapping is a hobby and habit, these YNs calling me unc down

Run it up making love to money, sun up to sun down

Couple opps in my blunt now, run up get gun down

I’m on the hunt now, top grade in my lungs now

Whipping up kung poa, sniffing on gun powder

On sour diesel with my people, rolling more loud

Nah I can’t hear you right now, Molly, got me in my feelings right now

My mind on the ceiling right now