Из альбома: Trap God 2

Featuring Rocko

(Verse)

Cuz I style shawty
Yo bitch wanna fuck with me, I don’t doubt it
Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded
Got a mean watch on me, cost a coo and 40
I’m the center of attention, watch these hoes starin round me
I took a picture with yo bitch, I don’t know why you allowed it
We check the strong pack in, yea my kush is the loudest
And my name ring a bell, different counties and counties
They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found me?
I blow so much purp that I can’t stay grounded
6’s on scray 8 G, yea it’s morning
A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded

(Hook)
200 cash, that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustling hard baby, gotta get doe
200 cash, that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes
I’m hustling hard bitch, I gotta get doe

(Verse)
I’m hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe
And Coca Cola sellin soda, wippin it in the poe
I’m flippin I’m flippin I’m flippin I’m flippin, no shit like I’mma come on
I’m second, I’m freezing, I’m flippin that Cola, you niggas be sellin yo soul
This here shit is getting crazy, niggas I’ll get you pulled
If niggas will tell me they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes
I’m going my loop with steel toed boots, so nigga can’t step on my toes
I’m packin my pussy and smoking these swishas, I’m bout to lose control
I’m workin that show like I’m flippin the dope, my pockets are super swole
Ride through the trap and I got that scrub, don’t know who’s from the 4
You niggas will blow yo head, I’ll pour a ounce of blow
Cuz since you ran off with a brick they don’t watch he stick blow up yo nose

(Hook)
200 cash, that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustling hard baby, gotta get doe
200 cash, that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes
I’m hustling hard bitch, I gotta get doe

(Verse)
Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit
Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin
Bitch strict niggas in yo area, we ain’t goin for it, we get ya
F’in, Glock carrier, we gon bury ya
All the bitches histerical, they know how I kick it
Said watchin ass nigga, you ain’t gonna spend it why the fuck you here?
Poor hustling ass nigga, 100 bands in my air
On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear
Born champeen, gladiator, conquered all my fields
Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year
I’m with Gucci that my brother from another mother
Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap ho, we so gutta

(Hook)
200 cash, that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustling hard baby, gotta get doe
200 cash, that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes
I’m hustling hard bitch, I gotta get doe

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