[ Featuring Big Amp ]
Brodie kissed her in the mouth I left a daycare in her
Walking around with the shit on me like I'm uncle Willie
Know some niggas selling dinner's talking Piccadilly
I'm on the west coast with some bloods pouring fours in hemi's
Real pack seller I send them bowls through the mail
It done got to a point where I don't need a scale
Nigga really pumping gas I ain't talking shell
How you let a small fish out swim a whale
Bitch I came up on the block selling ready rock
I graduated to them bricks barely see a clock
Them Ruger fifty sevens dropped traded in my Glock
Been rocking leather everyday they think I'm going pop
Real trap nigga still got Yale in my fingernails
Just cooked some drizzy used the creed to try to hide the smell
All I think about is bales when I hear the bell
I gotta keep that A1 for my clientele
Shorty signed for the box I know she really with me
Stuff them bags in the trunk and just ride like Vicky
Put a beam on the Glock and just call it the blicky
I'm Real swift in the kitchen just call me a shifty
Cool with my mailman he let the packs slide
I got a DM from you BM saying let's ride
Plug think he Lloyd meeting on the west side
And I'll sell it by the eighth shit I'm that tight
You ever run off let the bullets from the tec fly
The feds taking pictures tell them get my best side
A east coast player mail them from the west side
Real gentleman I serve a nigga in a bow tie
I be grinding in the winter shine in the summer
Trapping all them babies turned me into a stunner
Think this pack from Oklahoma all I sell is thunder
Keep a bunch of hitters with me they'll put you under
Put some bowls on the road in a pickle jar
Or you can send them in the air like a shooting star
Playing roles with them hoes like a movie star
We finger f*ck in back seats of them foreign cars
Hit the road with Carter four boy I'm talking bars
We taking over niggas trap like DMX and Nas
I swear my trap doors swinging I'll serve you some za
I'm showing real plug love like I'm El DaBarge
