[Verse 1]
Just made a couple bands on the stove
Ooh goddamn, I'm a trap star
Flippin' them things real quick, woo
Got 'em all fast like a Nascar
Whippin' that dope with my right hand
Left hand strapped up, n***a I don't play like that
Sold the fuck n***a some stepped-on work
Bro what he say 'bout that?
Brrt brrt brrt, phone keep banging all day and all night
Ooh goddamn, what you hit 'em with the fentanyl?
N***a got the fiends out, high as a kite
Watch how I'm flippin' this shit so fast
Puttin' that rock in the shake with the bag
Shit so good make a dopehead mad
And I finessed, damn my bad
Made a couple bands on that pot, boy
Tryna take me off this shot, boy
Like Lil Wayne I'm a hot boy
Say that you is but you not, boy
Sold a fuck n***a some fucked up work
I'm blocking his number as soon as I skrrt
N***a want grams so I sold him some dirt
Sold him some Tylenol, told him it's percs

[Chorus]
Just made some bands in the kitchen
Make a n***a want to stay in the trap
On the pot with the goddamn chicken
Lil n***a what you know 'bout that?
Had to learn how to work my wrist
Had to learn how to scrape that pot
Had to learn how to get the straight drop
Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock
Damn near fell in love with the trap
Stayed out all night for a good ass reason
Brrt brrt brrt brrt, n***a my phone keep ringing
Damn near fell in love with the trap
Stayed out all night for a good ass reason
Brrt brrt brrt brrt, n***a my phone keep ringing