Running to the sack it's a snack
When you pull up we gone serve you out the back
It's a trap
Gotta watch out for them police in the back it's a trap
Gotta 44 and a 30 in my lap, I can't lack
Running laps
Bitch I'm usain with the raps
That's a fact
Police asking me boy what's that in ya lap, it's a strap
My bitch asked me baby what's that in ya pack
It's a sack
Wake up early morning rolling out the sack
It's the pack
Gotta lil lot of money in my lap it's a stack
Ima f*ck around and spend it all at Saks, get a rack
Ima spend the shit then go and get it back
Nigga Grew up in the Raq where I'm from you keep a strap
Then I moved right out the hood
To somewhere smooth I can relax
But I still go show my face back in the hood
And in the trap
I got bitches on my dick and on my lap
F*ck around and put yo city on the map
You want me to send out the work then send me a fax
That's paper bitch
I can't trust these niggas cuz they act
Be hating nshit
One and only know it ain't no clones I can't relate to shit
One and only at the top it's lonely can't debate for shit
Running to the sack it's a snack
(Its a snack bitch)
Hit you in yo back it's a trap
(Its a grraa grraa)
Pull up to the back, we gone serve you out the back lil bitch