[Intro]
Welcome back to today with Richard Bey. Now, our next guest is a single parent. Please welcome, Bruno! (Damn, son. Where'd you find this.)

[Verse 1: Flash Aidan]
I just want the cash (uh)
Flexin' in my bag
I want bitches doin' crack (uh)
Knees that I can sag
Now I'm antsy smokin' grass (uh)
Choppa in my pocket
Pocket rocket
Everybody runnin'
People do the dash
I like cars, I like speed (uh)
I don't wanna wait
I like shorty, she so clean (what)
Take 'er on a date
She so walkie, she mans throat (uh)
She don't wanna mate
I'm mad cocky, that's a know (what)
I don't wanna wait
I'm so fast, I can gas (uh)
Runnin' in the flame
Chasin' fast on your gas (what)
If you rob my chain
Do the dash, I make cash (uh)
Wanna rob a bank
You with shorty, that's a ass (uh)
Smokin' on that stank

[Chorus: Lil Waldo]
(Ay, ah) Come on my mans if you wanna throw hands
Posted with Dicky like I'm Taliban
Get it so hot that we might hit the fan
Is you gon be there when shit hit the fan
Call me water the liter like Peter the Pan
Iced out my bitch then I flew to Japan
Beg for a feature, like why you so eager
The lean in my liter, I'm here for the bands
(Ay, ah) Come on my mans if you wanna throw hands
Posted with Dicky like I'm Taliban
Get it so hot that we might hit the fan
Is you gon be there when shit hit the fan
Call me water the liter like Peter the Pan
Iced out my bitch then I flew to Japan
Beg for a feature, like why you so eager
The lean in my liter, I'm here for the bands

[Verse 2: Lil Waldo]
I break the peace, fuck a Quaker (ay)
My wrist, they lookin' like glacier (whoa)
Halo like doo doo doo, shoot you like laser
Shoot 'em like threes, like I play for the Lakers (ay, ay)
Shoot 'em like threes, like I play for the Lakers (ay)
Shoot 'em like threes, like I play for the Lakers

[Verse 3: Young Gancho]
My clique don't fuck with you
Choppa click like boom
You quitters like too too
Spit just how I shoot
Wrists look like a pool
Bitch, I feel like Tommy Cruz
(Ay) Tommy
I might just fuck on your mommy
She save on my dick, like ooh, mommy
Splashin' that bitch like tsunami
My dick be holy like commie
Told 'em get out of my comments
You not ready, you don't want it
Rocket fancy, like a comet
Your bitch pull up and she toppin'
I'm off the bean like a zombie
They want me, they want me
Choppa, my shit be so wavy
I get the suds like I'm Gravy
She look like an angel, she save me
I get the gas like VP
You got no sticks, heat a BB
She's on my phone, 'cause she need me
On 'er like 23, like 23

[Outro]
Trapaholics, bitch! (Bitch, bitch)