Letras
(Shane B on the beat fuckin' yo bitch)
This shit for my niggas that like to trap a lot
Fuck we look like slowin' down for traffic stops
19 years old seen a half a block
Fuck make you think jail could make the trappin' stop
Dope dealin' run in my family
Used to hide guns on my Granny
Nigga I looked up to took the stand
That pressure he just couldn't handle it
Every nigga round you ain't rightous
My dope bite like Tyson
That dope keep callin' my name
Damn right I'm geeked I just can't hide it
Dope keep callin' my name
Jay keep callin' my phone fuck wrong with these niggas
I ain't got no pack to serve
Doper fiend like Larry Bird
Pull up pay for dope to swerve
Last nigga that front me yeah I paid him on the 33rd
It's not Atlanta we got Falcons pull up we sell dirty birds
I don't mask up to hit no lick
Don't wear no rubber just to fuck that bitch
With me I geek I'ma bust that prick
Real nigga don't do sucka shit
I trap more than I rap
Don't need no pen bitch all I need is scale
Buddy say he need a bale
Ride with me man re for sale
If I charge 23 a piece the fuck is I'ma sign for
I could switch it up and whip that fucker with a blind fold
They thought I was sleep walkin' at the stove with my eyes closed
Mix the lean with Roxy 30 then I get my nod on
(I made this for my trappers that be movin' bales)
(Watch out for your partner when you make a sale)
(Them niggas tryna read the points that's on your scale)
(They tried to intercept the pack that's in the mail)
(That dope keep callin' my name)
This shit for my niggas that like to trap a lot
Fuck we look like slowin' down for traffic stops
19 years old seen a half a block
Fuck make you think jail could make the trappin' stop
Dope dealin' run in my family
Used to hide guns on my Granny
Nigga I looked up to took the stand