From Trap To Racks Video (MV)

Big Crashout gang swap out and let it bang
I slide off a emotion no time to just plan
Crodie pushing this P and I just got the Jam
Put da switch on da G you already know blam
Big V on me, I have no friends
Crodie wipe with a sleeze, he's Wipedown Gang
And i'm perking a glizzy, shots at yo hat
Crodie perking XDs and big F&Ns
And f*ck all them opps, I don't want to amends
Shoutout broski, he stay in the trench
All of the work, it just gets benched
From OT and back, we just getting bands From the trap to the racks, we always imagine
Slam Dunk Gang, don't play for the mavericks
And I'm waving the stick, this shit's not magic
Man, I'm so pissed, I'ma go do some damage
If your not making guap, please don't speak to me
If you don't got a drop, please don't speak to me
And I'm giving face shots if you f*ck with that team
Right on your block while I perk with a neens
Dumb bitch, dumb thot, wan f*ck with the
Dumb kid, dumb opp, got boxed in his teeth
Slap shots on your block when I'm perking the neens
Slap shots and your cropped, tryna take off beanies
These niggas not shit, they don't hop in the V, when I hop on the drill, Ion taking, no P
When I park on yo block, hop out on feet when I run, you down with a heavy 19
Slimeø with me, he got a big artillery
Tryna put a mandown, tryna leave him in his dream
And I'm f*cking this bitch and I'm making her cream
What i got on my body it written Celine
What I do for a hobby I takedown a team, slap on the switch and I aim with the beam
What I do for work, I be moving some work Go OT and back i've been choppin' up north
Better control yo bitch, she be all on my horse
If you want dog shit, then you know I'm the source
If you want talk shit, then it's homage of course
When I park on yo block and I leave it so coarse
Big Crashout gang swap out and let it bang
I slide off a emotion no time to just plan (No time to just plan)
Crodie pushing this P and I just got the Jam (I just got the Jam)
Put da switch on da G you already know blam (you already know blam)
Big V on me, I have no friends (cause i have no friends)
Crodie wipe with a sleeze, he's Wipedown Gang (cause he Wipedown Gang)
And i'm perking a glizzy, shots at yo hat
Crodie perking XDs and big F&Ns (Crodie perking XDs and Big F&Ns)
And f*ck all them opps, I don't want to amends
Shoutout broski, he stays in the trench
All of the work, it just gets benched
From OT and back, we just getting bands From the trap to the racks, we always imagine
Slam Dunk Gang, don't play for the mavericks
And I'm waving the stick but this shit's not magic
Man, I'm so pissed, I'ma go do some damage
Pop out racks, nigga, we get the cabbage
Pop out gang, pop out with a bad bitch
I'm digging her in, i'm right at her cervix
When she come around me, so wet so nervous
When I step in the spot, I come with a purpose
When i'm all in your draws, I just love to flirting
She play with my dick, she eat it hibachi
Glizz got a stick, it shooting no hockey
Lil nigga, I'll never be worried
Glock with a bean, sling shots with this .40
Free my nigga db, in da Roy
For him anything, don't worry
Cause I know that I'm stepping like Curry
Head pop with the G-f*ckin'-30
Dead opp, I don't care about the story
Rush opps, that's a whole different story
Whipping the pot and I'm selling dat Georgie
Give off the drop, we gon' come in a hurry
Roll up some opps that I put in the box
Stay pon di bench before you get f*cking chalked
Wanna buy me a Benz and go flex on that thot
With a new bad bitch, while she's giving me bop
I step with the stompers, don't get mopped
Thirty-three in the cleeze, don't get cropped