[Bankroll Freddie] Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, fuck this rap (Man, fuck this rap) I don't fuck with rap niggas, all them cap (I don't fuck with no rappers) Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah) Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap Head so good make a nigga tap out (The head so good) Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself) Came like a rap nigga, I'ma black out (Bah)
[Bankroll Freddie] 'Bows comin' in, yeah, the kid just served (Yes, sir, yes, sir) Drop me a four of that Trist, I'm swerving (Yeah, drop me a four) Me and Fat Head in the 'Vette, we lurkin' (Fat Head in the 'Vette) When I hit the club, nigga better not serve (Better not serve) Me and my designer, yeah, I did it on purpose (Did it on purpose) Reach for the chain, boy, your life ain't worth it (Boy, your life ain't worth it) Kill 'em on camera, I'ma do it on purpose (Bah) Boy, I got it on me (Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom), ain't never never nervous Bitch, I'm a trap nigga, ain't no rapper (Trap nigga, ain't no rapper) We don't consult, we don't meet no trappers (We don't meet no rappers) I don't fuck with rap niggas, nigga, they cappers (I don't fuck with these rappers) Heels in the game, fuck with me, bet I lap 'em (Fuck with me, bet I lap 'em) Last nigga play with the kid, I clapped 'em (Oh, baow, oh, baow) Certified stepper in the hood, they gon' step 'em Bitch, I'm a trap nigga, I ain't no rapper (I'm a trapper) Bitch, I'm a trap nigga and I'm not a rapper (I'm a trapper)
[Bankroll Freddie] Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, fuck this rap (Man, fuck this rap) I don't fuck with rap niggas, all them cap (I don't fuck with no rappers) Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah) Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap Head so good make a nigga tap out (The head so good) Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself) Came like a rap nigga, I'ma black out (Bah)
[Money Man] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm lovin' my ticket, I'm trappin' and fishin' I'm handling business, I'm fuckin' the dentist I'm strapped in the A, you could park up in Lennox We trappin' low-key, we be servin' in series My neck got baguettes and my wrist got a ratchet I keep buying blickys, I keep buying switches My BM complaining, she hate how I'm livin' It's eye for an eye, we do not do forgiveness My middle man Bezzo, and I make me commission She want me to fuck, but she keep on insisting My youngin go dumb with that stick, he ballistic My bitch, she be scamming, she worried 'bout a quarter I run up a million while rocking some Forces If we catch a opp' on the block, he get torched I pulled off from swervin' a vent with the horse (I pulled off from swervin' a vent with the horse)
[Bankroll Freddie] Yeah, 'bows comin' in man, fuck this rap (Man, fuck this rap) I don't fuck with rap niggas, all them cap (I don't fuck with no rappers) Homie got switches on all these straps (Brrah, brrah) Ridin' with a thot ho, hit my lap Head so good make a nigga tap out (The head so good) Get what you like, go 'head coked out (Go 'head by yourself) Came like a rap nigga, I'ma black out (Bah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
