Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah

I'm who the young **** run to, man, when it's time to get some money, ****

When it's time to talk 'bout these bitches and this player shit, like

Where I'm from, ****, I swear to God, ****, go ask any ****, man, from the south to the west to the north, ****, I—

****, I influenced this trap shit, ****

Puttin' them buttons on the back of that shit, ****, that's the shit I influenced, ****, I'm pushin' this shit, ****, on God (Yeah)

Yo, ayy

Rappers ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Trappers ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Rapper outside with a button

****, up this bitch, better run

Poppin' my shit for fun

These **** can't pass me up

Fill the traphouse up with Runtz

Young **** ain't goin' for nothin'

Ayy, young **** still trappin' the package

After this re-up, buy me a Brabus

Hey, my young **** called it a Brabus

Shit, I don't even know, just know shit taxin'

Every traphouse cuttin' up dope like a barber, my brother controllin' the traffic

Young ****, had to go right back out trappin' and puttin' bullshit on my jacket

Ayy, rich ****, like bad shit ratchet

Ain't fuckin' nothin' less than a seven

Ain't trappin' nothin' less than a seven

Movin' pounds, ****, how I'm steppin'

I ain't talkin' 'bout none of y'all, **** got a bust down, trap, in the projects trappin'

Lil' fine shit scared to get a handout, I told her I'll give her five hundred, she jack it

Ain't even wanna pay for the pussy, but I ain't givin' none of my money for free

I ain't come off of rap, I came out the trap, youngin was trappin' a P

Fuck if a **** ain't fuckin' with this shit, ****, my big brother G

I'm fuckin' on this friend, that friend, that friend, bitch, redundant to me

Yo, ayy

Rappers ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Trappers ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Rapper outside with a button

****, up this bitch, better run

Poppin' my shit for fun

These **** can't pass me up

Fill the traphouse up with Runtz

Young **** ain't goin' for nothin'

Ain't give her permission, bitch, don't listen

For a lil' time, **** down with the trickin'

Did a lil' time, actin' like he the biggest

Tell him calm down 'fore he be a statistic

Ask my mama, I ain't payin' a ticket

Somethin' like Wiz, ****, license suspended

None of these cars I drive be rented

Chain 'round my neck cost a brand-new Bentley

Lambo' truck cost me two-fifty

I got it from trappin' that Bobby and Whitney

Young **** on G6, still checkin'

And I'm fuckin' his ho and he still hang with me

My young **** with me, he bangin' the 6s

Go ask a **** who runnin' the bity

I bet they gon' say that lil' Boston the littest

Traphouse swangin', ****, ball like the Pistons

Yo, ayy

Rappers ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Trappers ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Rapper outside with a button

****, up this bitch, better run

Poppin' my shit for fun

These **** can't pass me up

Fill the traphouse up with Runtz

Young **** ain't goin' for nothin'