You got to take you some L's before you gone ball
I cash out on bags, used to cash out at the mall
I ran that shit up right in time for the fall
Winter time come, still getting the bags off
The load coming in and it don't got no flaws
I can tell you my next move, I can tell you what I bought
But you can't do it like me, nigga that's where you lost
Had a spot out in Charlotte called the mini loft
I'm flippin' the Za, they think I'm selling dog
Tell a nigga don't play with that bag, get it off
Scared money don't make money, you got to have heart
Young niggas, Sunday school, mama had us sharp
Now these young niggas send hollow tips, not no darts
I never thought I would be a Trap Star
Told em pick out a bag I'm not selling no carts
I got a load this won't fit in no jar
Don't got no motion can't get in the car
I walk down on the beat just like a sarge
I didn't pick that flavor the nuggets was hard
The Za that I'm smokin' shit hit like a bar
You don't got to tell me, I know that I'm raw
I can cash out today and be up by tomorrow
I'm locked in with bae cause she playing her part
I told you real niggas iron the bands with the starch
I'm pouring up lean, I tell her don't start
I'm drinking on Quagen, last month was Wockhardt
I told em' we gone ball, they think that it's March
I'm on the Deep-End, I f*ck with the sharks
I'm going for the win, I aim for my mark
Quick 10, trying to stuff it down in G-raw's
Scratch that, I'm going Amiri for the fall
(For the fall)
You got to take you some L's before you gone ball
I cash out on bags, used to cash out at the mall
I ran that shit up right in time for the fall
Winter time come, still getting the bags off
The load coming in and it don't got no flaws
I can tell you my next move, I can tell you what I bought
But you can't do it like me, nigga that's where you lost
Had a spot out in Charlotte called the mini loft
I'm flippin' the Za, they think I'm selling dog
Tell a nigga don't play with that bag, get it off
Scared money don't make money, you got to have heart
Young niggas, Sunday school, mama had us sharp
Now these young niggas send hollow tips, not no darts
I never thought I would be a Trap Star
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You got to take you some L's before you gone ball
I cash out on bags, used to cash out at the mall
I ran that shit up right in time for the fall
Winter time come, still getting the bags off
The load coming in and it don't got no flaws
I can tell you my next move, I can tell you what I bought
But you can't do it like me, nigga that's where you lost
Had a spot out in Charlotte called the mini loft
I'm flippin' the Za, they think I'm selling dog
Tell a nigga don't play with that bag, get it off
Scared money don't make money, you got to have heart
Young niggas, Sunday school, mama had us sharp
Now these young niggas send hollow tips, not no darts
I never thought I would be a Trap Star
Told em pick out a bag I'm not selling no carts
I got a load this won't fit in no jar
Don't got no motion can't get in the car
I walk down on the beat just like a sarge
I didn't pick that flavor the nuggets was hard
The Za that I'm smokin' shit hit like a bar
You don't got to tell me, I know that I'm raw
I can cash out today and be up by tomorrow
I'm locked in with bae cause she playing her part
I told you real niggas iron the bands with the starch
I'm pouring up lean, I tell her don't start
I'm drinking on Quagen, last month was Wockhardt
I told em' we gone ball, they think that it's March
I'm on the Deep-End, I f*ck with the sharks
I'm going for the win, I aim for my mark
Quick 10, trying to stuff it down in G-raw's
Scratch that, I'm going Amiri for the fall
(For the fall)
You got to take you some L's before you gone ball
I cash out on bags, used to cash out at the mall
I ran that shit up right in time for the fall
Winter time come, still getting the bags off
The load coming in and it don't got no flaws
I can tell you my next move, I can tell you what I bought
But you can't do it like me, nigga that's where you lost
Had a spot out in Charlotte called the mini loft
I'm flippin' the Za, they think I'm selling dog
Tell a nigga don't play with that bag, get it off
Scared money don't make money, you got to have heart
Young niggas, Sunday school, mama had us sharp
Now these young niggas send hollow tips, not no darts
I never thought I would be a Trap Star
I cash out on bags, used to cash out at the mall
I ran that shit up right in time for the fall
Winter time come, still getting the bags off
The load coming in and it don't got no flaws
I can tell you my next move, I can tell you what I bought
But you can't do it like me, nigga that's where you lost
Had a spot out in Charlotte called the mini loft
I'm flippin' the Za, they think I'm selling dog
Tell a nigga don't play with that bag, get it off
Scared money don't make money, you got to have heart
Young niggas, Sunday school, mama had us sharp
Now these young niggas send hollow tips, not no darts
I never thought I would be a Trap Star
Told em pick out a bag I'm not selling no carts
I got a load this won't fit in no jar
Don't got no motion can't get in the car
I walk down on the beat just like a sarge
I didn't pick that flavor the nuggets was hard
The Za that I'm smokin' shit hit like a bar
You don't got to tell me, I know that I'm raw
I can cash out today and be up by tomorrow
I'm locked in with bae cause she playing her part
I told you real niggas iron the bands with the starch
I'm pouring up lean, I tell her don't start
I'm drinking on Quagen, last month was Wockhardt
I told em' we gone ball, they think that it's March
I'm on the Deep-End, I f*ck with the sharks
I'm going for the win, I aim for my mark
Quick 10, trying to stuff it down in G-raw's
Scratch that, I'm going Amiri for the fall
(For the fall)
You got to take you some L's before you gone ball
I cash out on bags, used to cash out at the mall
I ran that shit up right in time for the fall
Winter time come, still getting the bags off
The load coming in and it don't got no flaws
I can tell you my next move, I can tell you what I bought
But you can't do it like me, nigga that's where you lost
Had a spot out in Charlotte called the mini loft
I'm flippin' the Za, they think I'm selling dog
Tell a nigga don't play with that bag, get it off
Scared money don't make money, you got to have heart
Young niggas, Sunday school, mama had us sharp
Now these young niggas send hollow tips, not no darts
I never thought I would be a Trap Star
Writer: Khari Drayton
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