[Intro]
67..
Most of you n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere

[Chorus]
So much n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere
If you’re talking ‘bout the trap
And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer
Italian wear
We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit
I don’t care but your bitch gone stare
So much n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere
If you’re talking ‘bout the trap
And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer
Italian wear
We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit
I don’t care but your bitch gone stare

[Verse 1]
Most of you n***as are dun you tramps
You fucking bums (Scavengers)
Before we spent p’s on designer
We spent p’s on numerous
Got 2 L’s from long time we been drenching
4 door trucks, rambo’s and what?
My young n***as doing up football
He said shooting, scoring is fun
All way eating with my gangnam’s richer?
We want more diamonds and what
Peng ting from qway wanna night with me
She want a day of life in the slums
(But If I roll these Cali, buds on me)
Then I’m sorry man, nuttin’s going on
I don’t do long convos if it ain't money
I’m gonna lock that off
Stop, you ain’t tryna talk no gwop
Bitch, if you ain’t no job
Larga pack, find a way to make gwop or please be gone
I’m tryna get rich so fast but it’s talking way to long
And she want’s my dick so fast she comes so fast but takes so long

[Chorus]
So much n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere
If you’re talking ‘bout the trap
And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
(I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer
Italian wear)
We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit
(I don’t care but your bitch gone stare)
So much n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere
If you’re talking ‘bout the trap
And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
(I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer
Italian wear)
We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit
(I don’t care but your bitch gone stare)

[Verse 2]
I put my hands on smoke way before I had me a Italian wear
We was running wild n***as
We posed to take down a fuck off bear
Still wild, just Smarkz still target Head, chest, blow your hairs
You don’t wanna see Clickz with a clicker, clicking off over there
(M stepped in with a buss down order mask to get)
Money and war, my 6ixties stay sharp like Gillette
Clips long like baguettes
Mans old school like cassettes
OSG day with a rambo cheffing up, don’t forget
I need my paper thicker even though it’s thick
It can’t go thin
Before rap it was OT scales and cling
A rusty whip, done a million trips
I made serious hits, now young n***as saving up serious cribs
Leg’, still gotta make some cash quick
I ain’t ever gonna pause this

[Chorus]
So much n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere
If you’re talking ‘bout the trap
And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer
Italian wear
We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit
I don’t care but your bitch gone stare
So much n***as and bitches are dun out ‘ere
If you’re talking ‘bout the trap
And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer
Italian wear
We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit
I don’t care but your bitch gone stare