Rap N****s (feat. Tiny Boost)

Said, rap ****, trap ****, some jack ****

Either way, my ****, they stack figures

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

Said, rap ****, trap ****, some jack **** (All type of ****)

Either way, my ****, they stack figures (Word)

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches (Ay)

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

I said, **** better stick to that G code

'Cause I will let go on ****, he know and he knows

All spy the kid, they know me, bro

Ain't no mystery, nuff work I done put in on these roads

I have 'em in the A&E, missing their cheekbones

Respirator systems, hearing them beep tones

Neck all twist up, straight horror scene, yo

Gunshots left the chest with some peepholes (Peek-a-boo)

Oh, fresh off tour

Still grab the toolie and clap ****

Still 'round the hood in the trap and shit

I'm still in the madnesses

Still 'round the ends linkin' ratchet chicks

When he gon' learn, fuck the trappin' shit

They take him out the hood, still attached to it

Shout out all the real ones, fuck these plastic pricks

They ain't never done shit, just imagined it

Said, rap ****, trap ****, some jack ****

Either way, my ****, they stack figures

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

Said, rap ****, trap ****, some jack **** (All type of ****)

Either way, my ****, they stack figures (Word)

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

Spin barrels and spin ki's

I keep a couple little **** 'round me, I ring-lead (Trust)

And if they ever catch you actin' nice

Make them run up to your car

And start sprayin' up your whip like Romanian gypsies

**** don't want any smoke

No, they don't

Cocaine fresh of the boat

And I've always got green mixed up in my gold

Got a handful of fifty-pound notes that I can't even fold

And all I need is money and guns

I hardly ever cause trouble

I just handle any trouble that comes

Give a **** every bullet that I got in my gun

Everything a **** ever do is properly done

I be cookin' up crack and I don't ever tell lies on a track

That's a matter of fact

Said my work in, I have to go pick up my pack

And that's a real trap **** that raps (That's us)

Said rap ****, trap ****, some jack ****

Either way, my ****, they stack figures

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

Said rap ****, trap ****, some jack **** (All type of ****)

Either way, my ****, they stack figures (Word)

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

I said, first things first, I ain't really a rap ****

You know where a **** been at, ****, but I'm back, **** (For real)

Still that ****

Sixteen in the strap, ****

I grab the MAC, make it clap quicker, ay

Don't make me slide on you, ay

I pull up quick, homicide on you

And these **** try to shine on Boost

Fuck boy, uh

Yeah, like I ain't cattin' to jack somethin'

I got a pack comin'

Not in long, get the trap jumpin'

You motherfuckers know the life

I'm married to the streets, ****, that's my only wife

And ain't nothin' in the pot but some O's of white

Brown-skin thick thing, you should know my type

You don't wanna fuck? Cool, it's a'ight

Just blow the pipe

Cah I'm gangsta for real

Money over every bitch, that's the way I feel

Gangsta

Rap ****, trap ****, some jack ****

Either way, my ****, they stack figures

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****

Said, rap ****, trap ****, some jack **** (All type of ****)

Either way, my ****, they stack figures (Word)

Rock mad linen, fuck mad bitches

And still grab the toolie and clap ****