Hit the traphouse and I'm servin' up and down

I'm the one who get the drugs and spread it 'round your town

Me and cro, we get up close and lay a **** down

That's what you get, watch your mouth

I still re' when there's a drought

And my phone is always ringin' so I re' on big amounts

Me and gang make so much racks I think we need a accountant

He had a vision and it's big, why would you doubt him?

Why would you clown him?

Now you want be around him

Huh, since fifteen, I can't lie, my life been too lit

I've been ridin' 'round with black trucks, with guns up in this bitch

(Up in this bitch)

Seventeen I went out West, first time that I seen a brick (I seen a brick)

Bag it up then hit the strip

Clientele they in the crib (They in the crib)

And I keep my gun while servin', so tell me, how could I slip? (How could I slip?)

You move fishy, I flame up the whip

I never cared, I'll take off a lid (Go take off a lid)

And my bro don't do nothin' else

But go hop in the car take off a fitted (Take off a fitted)

Cro just got him a drop

Don't say nothin', you know that I'm with it (You know that I'm with it)

I want a foreign with no mileage (No mileage)

I don't care 'bout rappin', wanna be up on a island (On a island)

With my bad bitch in bikini, orderin' Linguine

You wanna make hunnid racks, just talk to me it's easy (Ooh)

And it's still free all the cros up out the peezy

I just talked to 6 and Jo Bands, they told me keep goin' (Keep goin')

Huh, and I'm all up off the molly and I'm rollin' (You know I'm rollin')

I just popped two Percs, a young **** focused (You know that I'm focused)

You ain't slidin' for the guys then you know you're bogus (Know you're bogus)

Me poppin' out the dip, poof, hocus pocus

One on one conversations, tellin' me I'm chosen

But I don't really care, for the guys, I'm in the stolen (I'm in the stolen)

I'm catchin' all these opps and I strike just like I'm bowlin' (Just like I'm bowlin')

Got sent in to the air and he still up on here trollin' (How you trollin'?)

But I just want the motion (The Motion)

Be loyal to the gang, that's the codin' (That's the codin')

Hit the traphouse and I'm servin' up and down

I'm the one who get the drugs and spread it 'round your town

Me and cro, we get up close and lay a **** down

That's what you get, watch your mouth

I still re' when there's a drought

And my phone is always ringin' so I re' on big amounts

Me and gang make so much racks I think we need a accountant (We need a accountant)

He had a vision and it's big, why would you doubt him? (You doubt him)

Why would you clown him?

Now you want be around him

Huh, since fifteen, I can't lie, my life been too lit

I've been ridin' 'round with black trucks, with guns up in this bitch (Up in this bitch)

Seventeen I went out West, first time that I seen a brick (I seen a—)

Bag it up then hit the strip (Then hit the—)

Clientele they in the crib (They in the crib)

Bag it up then hit the strip

Clientele they in the crib