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Ay’
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ay’
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ay’
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Woah
Ay’
Woah
And I’m steady flexin'
Ay’
Real trap niggas, and them robbers in my section
Ay’
If he causing problems send ‘em up he catch his blessing
Do whatever for that money
Just don’t ask me how I get it
Watch me double up them digits
Ay’
Real trap baby
Daddy was a chemist
Yeah
Grew up in the kitchen
Sink was filled with dirty dishes
Ay’
Can't fuck with no gnat gnat tryna snake me out my riches
Ay’
You fuck with them niggas
What’s up in this swisher
Full of opp niggas we don’t fuck around with them bitches,
Ay’
Real go getter all my nigga's vacuum sealers
Make a fuck nigga mad cause his bitch making Trillers to my song
I'm that nigga
Yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga
Yeah, yeah
Start off in that digi dash
Ten bags in the back
Out of town shipping bows
I hope that they make it back
Bad bitch white toes
Yeah
Let her work the 'Cat
Ay’
Can't get off of track
I hope that we make it back
Yeah
Ay’
Ay’
It’s a stick up
Hands in the air
Don’t make a move don’t even hiccup
Yeah I'm lit up
Yeah I'm lit up
If you on that gang shit nigga throw ya’ shit up
And I’m steady flexin'
Ay’
Real trap niggas and them robbers in my section
Ay’
If he causing problems send ‘em up he catch his blessing