[Chorus (Slowed)]
You know I got them bitches (Gang)
I tote pipes with extensions (Yeah, yeah)
That n***a died, leave him missin'
Like n***a buy it, boy get rid it
And I'm so fly in designer
I'm gettin' it high off the finest
And you can try, but you won't find us
'Cause I get it rich just like Lionel
I'm fuckin' that-

[Intro]
Trap-a-holics
Real trap shit
Glocky, chang
Go, ayy (Yeah)
Chang (Uh), uh, glocky
Huh? Ayy, ayy (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
You know I got them bitches (Gang)
I tote pipes with extensions (Yeah, yeah)
That n***a died, leave him missin'
Like n***a buy it, boy get rid it
And I'm so fly in designer
I'm gettin' it high off the finest
And you can try, but you won't find us
'Cause I get it rich just like Lionel
[Verse]
I'm fuckin' that green just like a farmer
Bitch I'm on a stank, ain't talkin' 'bout farmer
She gimme that T, Arnold Palmer
The Glock with the beam, bitch I'm sparkin'
And I'ma click, Peter Parker
And you's a bitch, you's a barker
I leave him red like a marker
I leave him dead, n***a started
And I dare a n***a try me
He run up, we leave him slimy
Yes he did, we do him grimy
Go off his team, bitch I send the iron
And I'm with my team, bitch you know where I am
You don't get no green, boy, stop all that lyin'
The shawty a fiend, but she steady cryin'
Pull up to the scene, the n***as, they dyin' (Fah)
Doo doo doo, pull up, shoot (Baow)
All my bitches comin' too
I got the Glock on a mop
N***a, what you wanna choose? (Huh?)
N***a, how you wanna lose?
I fuck 'round, hang him on a noose
And if he fuckin' with my gang
I fuck 'round, put him on the news
Two Glocks on my side
Thing One, Thing Two
But we know that n***a pussy
Yeah, that n***a deckin' twos (Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus]
You know I got them bitches (Yeah)
I tote pipes with extensions
That n***a dead, leave him missin'
Like n***a buy it, boy get rid it
And I'm so fly in designer
I'm gettin' it high off the finest
And you can try, but you won't find us
'Cause I get it rich just like Lionel (Yeah, yeah)