Trait

Walk a nigga ass down with the Drac

I clutch in Olive Garden, chop eat his face

Can't see through the tint; this shit beyond opaque

I spin how I rap; this shit never one take

Food Channel when she walk with that cake

I'm off the wood, bitch; I fly with no cape

Redrum, that's my character trait

Murder, murder, hollow tip hit his face

Walk a nigga ass down with the stick

Trigger finger itchin' just like a tick

You play, you gon' lay, you gon' die with your blick

Walk with a limp, the four pound on my hip

Eatin' Doritos, stackin' up my chips

5.56 hollow tip in the whip

Shoot the Draco till it motherfuckin' click

EBK, I don't give fuck what I pick

EBK, I don't give fuck what I drop

Drop a nigga like a motherfuckin' cop

I'm not a maid, but I walk with the mop

Join the league; I could teach you how to ball

Solar system sitting right on my clock

Not a shark, but I'm all up in her jaw

D Raccz too perfect; he ain' got a flaw

Stand on my money, bitch; I'm getting tall

Play 'bout my money, pussy nigga, die

Genny five with a built-in Gemini

Plenty fire put a nigga in the sky

All black with a ski, I'm walkin' in disguise

Pain inside my eyes, I am not blind

I'm smoking on tree, bitch; I'm smoking on pine

Brand new Rolex, but I still ain' got time

I like to murder; don't know as to why

I'm gettin' checks, boy; I've been in that mix

Tony Hawk, I could make the nigga flip

Got 55 shots in that 5.56

Way too much money that I spend on Ricks

Glock got a dick; you get shot, you a peon

Bitch, stop playin' like the motherfuckin' Wii on

Dot on the Glock; it's the same color neon

Niggas pussy; they don't know what we be on

Niggas pussy; they don't know what we on

Fuck it, we ball, nigga. What the fuck?

Shut your ass up, nigga