[ Featuring Obi Floss ]
Yo, Jefe G., what up, nigga
What's popping gang
You know how we rockin' in these streets, mothaf*cka
Let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
I walk in the spot like, f*ck you, pay me
We gettin' paid like we still in the 80s
I'm in the trap, still goin' crazy
I threw a pack back like I'm Brady
I keep my racks sealed like the Navy
Cause we makin' moves on the daily
I took 200 losses, it ain't faze me
Pray to the dirty money, let it save me
She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe
I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy
Track one, track two, it made me
Track one, track two, for payment
We from the floss and we makin' a statement
Hop in the stores, no traces
Everything foreign, I can't do basic
Big steppers, I been stuck in the trap, counting extras
Baby girl, I'm a jug & finesser
I was hittin' the block up like Tetris
Told you niggas I'm good under pressure
Couple Jwets in the bank, talkin' several
That's a 400 Benz , not a rental
And we still flossin' out like a dental
And she know I'm a young nigga from the streets, so she give me top, no mental
And she know a young nigga gettin' breech
So we bringing' chops to the venue
20K in jewels, if they bust a move, then I call a Tuggy to end it
We don't pick and choose, bro grip the tools
You can be a food on the menu
Look, I'm that nigga, Louis V and Dior on my denim
I been stuck in the trap to persistent
I'm a boss, but I work like a henchman
Look, now we diggin', hop in foreigns, you know that I'm driftin
Out in several states, I been trippin
I been stuck to the bag, I'm committed nigga
I walk in the spot like, f*ck you, pay me
We gettin' paid like we still in the 80s
I'm in the trap, still goin' crazy
I threw a pack back like I'm Brady
I keep my racks sealed like the Navy
Cause we makin' moves on the day
I took 200 losses, it ain't faze me
Pray to the dirty money, let it save me
She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe
I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy
Track one, track two, it made me
Track one, track two for payment
We from the floss and we makin' a statement
Hop in the stores, no traces
Everything foreign, I can't do basic
Remember days in and out of the cell
Nowadays blowing' smoke by the bail
We the niggas up and out of them banks
Got the bankers lookin' crazy
Bitches wantin' babies
Every dollar for the lawyer bet it save me
Press up, I do what's best under pressure
I cheffed a slip, it impressed her
I beat it down on the dresser
Stress her, she ripped me out of the techa
I want the nickels, the dimes, etceteras
Backpack blow it down by the plethora
Trey, Seven, forty-five for the food and the gas
Every day, nothing lesson
I walk in the spot like, f*ck you, pay me
We gettin' paid like we still in the 80s
I'm in the trap, still goin' crazy
I threw a pack back like I'm Brady
I keep my racks sealed like the Navy
Cause we makin' moves on the daily
I took 200 losses, it ain't faze me
Pray to the dirty money, let it save me
She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe
I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy
Track one, track two, it made me
Track one, track two, for payment
We from the floss and we makin' a statement
Hop in the stores, no traces
Everything foreign, I can't do basic
I can't do basic Nigga
