Jus a youngin out here tryna get it jus tryna make it to the top bitch
Stop ya bugging you kno im jus f*ckin trappin never lackin
You ain't even f*ckin packing lil bitch yall jus faking
I'm taking a rake to ya heads if you run up on my clique
Gotta whip it up n bake a pussy
You kno how I get that cash roll an dash from the feds f*ck the ops
Imma kill you with a passion yall don't roll in fashion
Designer on a nigga like I'm dashin thru the bank hittin liqs
On niggas who think they a higher rank step back
Take a seat kno my niggas cap eit no cheats
That 40 it'll blow you like a tank
F*ckin fakes can't handle the snakes
Cut the grass throw em in the f*ckin lake
Imma make it to the top of the 6ix kno
Im the youngin really makin it gang
Jus a younging tryna get it why the f*ck they gotta hate?
Jus a younging trying make it out the gutter
Why they gotta try n use me as bait
F*ck it I'll be back gonna drop this a little late
Makin it while I rack my stacks to the sky nigga
I be so high smoking on that cookie man I'm so sly
Opp niggas try to rat on me leave em wit brains on the side
Can't stop the grind all my niggas be on it we ain't tell you no lies
F*ckin bitch imma cap you wit my 9 after that imma suit up wit my guys
We don't wear ties less it Gucci stamp
Break the tramp she a stamp im the champ yall ain't shit
But a chump that lives in the ghetto oh wait nah the f*ckin dump
Goofy f*cks f*ck wit me but they don even kno
Leave lumps on ya brain from my bullets Gang!
Jus a younging tryna get it why the f*ck they gotta hate?
Jus a younging trying make it out the gutter why they gotta try n use me as bait
F*ck it I'll be back gonna drop this a little late
I don rep no gang I jus chill wit my guys we be whippin up inn the trap
Nobody giving a f*ck dippin my chains in water I got cash to buy some more
Sippin on my lean homie you guys jus be living a dream
We out here making our dream come true not tryna be mean I'm jus spittin facts
Something yall fakes don kno how to do
So I'm jus sittin up in the trap eating up all my snacks
I get so bored some days cuz pussys never pull up
So I don even gotta lay down the straps prolly
Don even gotta load my 40 wit no caps jus show it an they nap
But when I do kno that it go bap bap bap bap
If we talkin big than it go gratata on the way to the store
Makin these whops I needa get a lot your girl yea she jus a thototot bitch
I'm done I'm boutta let this shit drop f*ck the op op op ops
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Jus a youngin out here tryna get it jus tryna make it to the top bitch
Stop ya bugging you kno im jus f*ckin trappin never lackin
You ain't even f*ckin packing lil bitch yall jus faking
I'm taking a rake to ya heads if you run up on my clique
Gotta whip it up n bake a pussy
You kno how I get that cash roll an dash from the feds f*ck the ops
Imma kill you with a passion yall don't roll in fashion
Designer on a nigga like I'm dashin thru the bank hittin liqs
On niggas who think they a higher rank step back
Take a seat kno my niggas cap eit no cheats
That 40 it'll blow you like a tank
F*ckin fakes can't handle the snakes
Cut the grass throw em in the f*ckin lake
Imma make it to the top of the 6ix kno
Im the youngin really makin it gang
Jus a younging tryna get it why the f*ck they gotta hate?
Jus a younging trying make it out the gutter
Why they gotta try n use me as bait
F*ck it I'll be back gonna drop this a little late
Makin it while I rack my stacks to the sky nigga
I be so high smoking on that cookie man I'm so sly
Opp niggas try to rat on me leave em wit brains on the side
Can't stop the grind all my niggas be on it we ain't tell you no lies
F*ckin bitch imma cap you wit my 9 after that imma suit up wit my guys
We don't wear ties less it Gucci stamp
Break the tramp she a stamp im the champ yall ain't shit
But a chump that lives in the ghetto oh wait nah the f*ckin dump
Goofy f*cks f*ck wit me but they don even kno
Leave lumps on ya brain from my bullets Gang!
Jus a younging tryna get it why the f*ck they gotta hate?
Jus a younging trying make it out the gutter why they gotta try n use me as bait
F*ck it I'll be back gonna drop this a little late
I don rep no gang I jus chill wit my guys we be whippin up inn the trap
Nobody giving a f*ck dippin my chains in water I got cash to buy some more
Sippin on my lean homie you guys jus be living a dream
We out here making our dream come true not tryna be mean I'm jus spittin facts
Something yall fakes don kno how to do
So I'm jus sittin up in the trap eating up all my snacks
I get so bored some days cuz pussys never pull up
So I don even gotta lay down the straps prolly
Don even gotta load my 40 wit no caps jus show it an they nap
But when I do kno that it go bap bap bap bap
If we talkin big than it go gratata on the way to the store
Makin these whops I needa get a lot your girl yea she jus a thototot bitch
I'm done I'm boutta let this shit drop f*ck the op op op ops
Stop ya bugging you kno im jus f*ckin trappin never lackin
You ain't even f*ckin packing lil bitch yall jus faking
I'm taking a rake to ya heads if you run up on my clique
Gotta whip it up n bake a pussy
You kno how I get that cash roll an dash from the feds f*ck the ops
Imma kill you with a passion yall don't roll in fashion
Designer on a nigga like I'm dashin thru the bank hittin liqs
On niggas who think they a higher rank step back
Take a seat kno my niggas cap eit no cheats
That 40 it'll blow you like a tank
F*ckin fakes can't handle the snakes
Cut the grass throw em in the f*ckin lake
Imma make it to the top of the 6ix kno
Im the youngin really makin it gang
Jus a younging tryna get it why the f*ck they gotta hate?
Jus a younging trying make it out the gutter
Why they gotta try n use me as bait
F*ck it I'll be back gonna drop this a little late
Makin it while I rack my stacks to the sky nigga
I be so high smoking on that cookie man I'm so sly
Opp niggas try to rat on me leave em wit brains on the side
Can't stop the grind all my niggas be on it we ain't tell you no lies
F*ckin bitch imma cap you wit my 9 after that imma suit up wit my guys
We don't wear ties less it Gucci stamp
Break the tramp she a stamp im the champ yall ain't shit
But a chump that lives in the ghetto oh wait nah the f*ckin dump
Goofy f*cks f*ck wit me but they don even kno
Leave lumps on ya brain from my bullets Gang!
Jus a younging tryna get it why the f*ck they gotta hate?
Jus a younging trying make it out the gutter why they gotta try n use me as bait
F*ck it I'll be back gonna drop this a little late
I don rep no gang I jus chill wit my guys we be whippin up inn the trap
Nobody giving a f*ck dippin my chains in water I got cash to buy some more
Sippin on my lean homie you guys jus be living a dream
We out here making our dream come true not tryna be mean I'm jus spittin facts
Something yall fakes don kno how to do
So I'm jus sittin up in the trap eating up all my snacks
I get so bored some days cuz pussys never pull up
So I don even gotta lay down the straps prolly
Don even gotta load my 40 wit no caps jus show it an they nap
But when I do kno that it go bap bap bap bap
If we talkin big than it go gratata on the way to the store
Makin these whops I needa get a lot your girl yea she jus a thototot bitch
I'm done I'm boutta let this shit drop f*ck the op op op ops
Writer: Terry Wilks
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