Из альбома: Trap Back
Quiet
No man, I can't be quiet
Shit every time I talk that's brig fair
Holiday season bitch
Holiday
See that's twenty eight five right there ha ha
Mike Will made it
Yo Gucci
I know you looking like bout ten burns
We walk in the club nigger
You know this
Holiday season
Trap back baby
The streets is hungry
Let's go
I let it grind in my ride
Them G's is out of side but I'm cooling it
Top on up but I'm losing it
Mike going with a foreign chick
Would've taken off with a cooling key
Had a black ging with wings on him
Gucci shoes and no shoes strings
So everywhere mean two things
So the white girl is my boo thing
Cause all come in due time
I'm gonna drop head at the blue fline
And I don't wanna see no loot fishes
Cause I don't want to line no new names
I go to sleep in foreign places
When wake up count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases
Fill the cases I'm two faced
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Millionaire with true zone
I'm a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half of mill in your bank account
You can serve dope in my zone
Cooking to work with no gloves on
So the jocks can get that grub on
I'm a OG with a couple of numbers
Don't cover the air with white leather
Gon assist your eight come by a run
No telephone, I'm put together
Look I saw the pimp and no Cinderella
Stu the cheese they're mozzarella
Bust 'em open, put them back together
They sell it to you I have a share
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I heard the place hang on my head
I'm a walking lick
Nigger come and try
You gon end up dead bitch
Busting it uh huh you're road kill
My nigger they so for real
Twenty minutes for a hunt
I don't need no house on the hill
Spank
Reason for my tent
Your mama better ride some wheel
She gon get under my youngest part bout two pills
Real nigger before and with this record deal
Million Gucci Mane bitch we hard to kill
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit
Walking lick
I'm a talk in brit talking shit