Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
For real
I know real trappers
Niggas moving backwards
Niggas bitch don't want no smoke I let my gun smack Em
I might go and have a kid a let my son smack Em
And I'm having all this green like bay packer
Niggas call for back up
But I don't need no back up
Bae I spin like DVD's but I am not no actor
Don't want no smoke but its to late somebody call the pastor
Say I'm the dog but she the dog and I'm her f*ckin master
And i don't got no matters
If you a man stand up
If you get bands stand up
Got all this cake I ran up
F*ck this bitch and I go ghost I feel like Danny phantom
Off the mind I never wrote I'm the shit need a pamper
Freeze strike a pose
AR wipe his nose
No NBA got real shooters I hang with the pros
Send that boy straight to the morgue and they gone tag his toe
Up this chop and it start booming some like metro
I need my wrist froze
I need my mouth froze
I put in work so don't you think I need my neck froze?
Give this bitch some dick she say it look like a water hose
Take her straight to pound town yeah I straight slaughter hoes
Cause I don't got no matters
If you a man stand up
If you get bands stand up
Got all this cake I ran up
F*ck this bitch and I go ghost I feel like Danny phantom
Off the mind I never wrote I'm the shit need a pamper
I know real trappers
Niggas moving backwards
Niggas bitch don't want no smoke I let my gun smack Em
I might go and have a kid a let my son smack Em
And I'm having all this green like bay packer
Niggas call for back up
But I don't need no back up
Bae I spin like DVD's but I am not no actor
Don't want no smoke but its to late somebody call the pastor
Say I'm the dog but she the dog and I'm her f*ckin master
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
For real
I know real trappers
Niggas moving backwards
Niggas bitch don't want no smoke I let my gun smack Em
I might go and have a kid a let my son smack Em
And I'm having all this green like bay packer
Niggas call for back up
But I don't need no back up
Bae I spin like DVD's but I am not no actor
Don't want no smoke but its to late somebody call the pastor
Say I'm the dog but she the dog and I'm her f*ckin master
And i don't got no matters
If you a man stand up
If you get bands stand up
Got all this cake I ran up
F*ck this bitch and I go ghost I feel like Danny phantom
Off the mind I never wrote I'm the shit need a pamper
Freeze strike a pose
AR wipe his nose
No NBA got real shooters I hang with the pros
Send that boy straight to the morgue and they gone tag his toe
Up this chop and it start booming some like metro
I need my wrist froze
I need my mouth froze
I put in work so don't you think I need my neck froze?
Give this bitch some dick she say it look like a water hose
Take her straight to pound town yeah I straight slaughter hoes
Cause I don't got no matters
If you a man stand up
If you get bands stand up
Got all this cake I ran up
F*ck this bitch and I go ghost I feel like Danny phantom
Off the mind I never wrote I'm the shit need a pamper
I know real trappers
Niggas moving backwards
Niggas bitch don't want no smoke I let my gun smack Em
I might go and have a kid a let my son smack Em
And I'm having all this green like bay packer
Niggas call for back up
But I don't need no back up
Bae I spin like DVD's but I am not no actor
Don't want no smoke but its to late somebody call the pastor
Say I'm the dog but she the dog and I'm her f*ckin master
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
For real
I know real trappers
Niggas moving backwards
Niggas bitch don't want no smoke I let my gun smack Em
I might go and have a kid a let my son smack Em
And I'm having all this green like bay packer
Niggas call for back up
But I don't need no back up
Bae I spin like DVD's but I am not no actor
Don't want no smoke but its to late somebody call the pastor
Say I'm the dog but she the dog and I'm her f*ckin master
And i don't got no matters
If you a man stand up
If you get bands stand up
Got all this cake I ran up
F*ck this bitch and I go ghost I feel like Danny phantom
Off the mind I never wrote I'm the shit need a pamper
Freeze strike a pose
AR wipe his nose
No NBA got real shooters I hang with the pros
Send that boy straight to the morgue and they gone tag his toe
Up this chop and it start booming some like metro
I need my wrist froze
I need my mouth froze
I put in work so don't you think I need my neck froze?
Give this bitch some dick she say it look like a water hose
Take her straight to pound town yeah I straight slaughter hoes
Cause I don't got no matters
If you a man stand up
If you get bands stand up
Got all this cake I ran up
F*ck this bitch and I go ghost I feel like Danny phantom
Off the mind I never wrote I'm the shit need a pamper
I know real trappers
Niggas moving backwards
Niggas bitch don't want no smoke I let my gun smack Em
I might go and have a kid a let my son smack Em
And I'm having all this green like bay packer
Niggas call for back up
But I don't need no back up
Bae I spin like DVD's but I am not no actor
Don't want no smoke but its to late somebody call the pastor
Say I'm the dog but she the dog and I'm her f*ckin master
Writer: devin jackson
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