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[Intro]
(Kidd Ace on this bitch, so you know he cooked it)
[Chorus]
What you need today? (Huh?)
I'm still sellin' new pack in the same clothes from yesterday (From yesterday)
**** ain't got nothin' but a Glock, **** that's the wrong box
Fine shit talkin' 'bout, "Ice me out," she know I got a knot
Yeah, okay
Let me find out you **** finished, hatin' on the low
Let me find out you got Traffic Jam, can't even move a 'bow (And what?)
Let me find out you hustlin' backwards, trickin' on these hoes
Let me find out these **** cappin', they ain't get no load (Okay)
[Verse 1]
I'm a shark up in the trap, these **** small fish, Nemo
So much money on me, all these goddamn cheetahs like Cheeto
**** poor and shit (Yeah), my pockets stay flooded with a B-roll
Boss ain't nothin' to me, ****, I can flip a metric ton
Why compete with ****? ****, I done already won
Know I been the one, stay doin' shit these **** never done
I still shine in the dark, 'bout to ruin up **** like the sun
How you trappin' outchea, you ain't got no money for your bond?
I like my money crispy, 30K I blew, this shit look neat
I'm a young rich **** (Yeah), feel like G, I need a super freak
I make a bitch do what I want, she ain't prayin', but on her knees
Hundred K in a backpack, light ten get you gone for cheap, yeah
[Chorus]
What you need today? (Huh?)
I'm still sellin' new pack in the same clothes from yesterday (From yesterday)
**** ain't got nothin' but a Glock, **** that's the wrong box
Fine shit talkin' 'bout, "Ice me out," she know I got a knot
Yeah, okay
Let me find out you **** finished, hatin' on the low
Let me find out you got Traffic Jam, can't even move a 'bow (And what?)
Let me find out you hustlin' backwards, trickin' on these hoes
Let me find out these **** cappin', they ain't get no load (Okay)
[Verse 2]
A shoebox ain't enough for this shit, tryna fill a safe
**** fucked up, don't wan' swing a door, still tryna find a Chase (Crazy)
I spent two racks on Balenci' boots, I'm still servin' J's
I got twenty different flavors in the trap, ****, I don't even know the names
I can't leave the trap alone
Plays on my line, I'm puttin' this trap shit on a microphone
I'm smokin' ammo in the pent', could see the Georgia Dome
Put limo tint up on the whip, but still see every stone, yeah (Okay)
Been had racks, ask how I got it, this shit came from takin' risks
Started with a zip, I ain't have a pot to piss
I got this shit out the mud, that's why I keep sippin' Tris
These **** playin' with packs, they fucked it up, these **** grits
[Chorus]
What you need today? (Huh?)
I'm still sellin' new pack in the same clothes from yesterday (From yesterday)
**** ain't got nothin' but a Glock, **** that's the wrong box
Fine shit talkin' 'bout, "Ice me out," she know I got a knot
Yeah, okay
Let me find out you **** finished, hatin' on the low
Let me find out you got Traffic Jam, can't even move a 'bow (And what?)
Let me find out you hustlin' backwards, trickin' on these hoes
Let me find out these **** cappin', they ain't get no load (Okay)
Written by: Bally Baby
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