Letras
Yeah, aye baby, I'm here
Ah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
I been gettin' to the bread
Fill your ass up with lead
Tell your OG what I said
Bitch I'm high geek-
I been gettin' to the bread
Fill your ass up with lead
Tell your OG what I said
Bitch I'm high geekin' meds
Heard you workin' with the feds
We gon' intercept your pack
Bitch I work out at the trap
Put my city on the map
I'm sophisticated trap
Bruh that boy ain't gon' clap
Get his fuckin' soul snatched
I'm a psycho on these beats
If nothin' else I'm gon' eat
Why these niggas like to reach?
Dumb as fuck to wanna teach
Bruh these niggas just leech
I'm the judge in these streets
When it come to killin' beats
That's another conversation
In this Chevy speed racin'
Told my bitch to be patient
We ain't far from the top
Fuck whoever takin' shots
I'ma get a deal and buy that mothafucka' block
Money equal power, fuck rap
I trap dog food and coke packs
I don't like to dress fancy
Dress my safe up with hundreds
Free that boy Twon Gotti
Used to want a Maserati
Now I'm thinkin' double R
Rap gon' take a nigga far
I was born a trapstar
Hand over that black card
You pussy, you act hard
Boy you dead broke
All your raps is a joke
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up to your wake
Just to prove that we ain't fake
Pull up to your wake
Just to prove that we ain't fake
We don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up to your wake
Just to prove that we ain't fake
Pull up to your wake