[Chorus]
Robbin the trap in the back of my hood
I take the plug out now biscotti my wood
We having them sticks on the Glenwood
This hunnid band lick this a real jugg
Run off with the stick he a real dub
The fyes on me I can't go like no hoe
I'm with all my bloods yelling rojo
Im with some real locs and they six O
I make every n***a put respect on the foe
I still gotta watch my back cause n***as hoes
If he wanna pop me he gone feel the draco
I might catch a body with my dad like ksoo
N***a pour the drank up in this dirty faygo
Man I know that these n***as tellin yea fasho
Cause I ride with them fuckin glizzys and they know
They already know how the block go
And won't even know when them shots blow
We smokes us a opp and roll a fronto
I get to many bitches Johnny bravo
We gone pop at the opps and watch his body glow
When that hoe suck my dick she snatch a n***a soul
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And this already gold we dont sell are poles
When the stick in my bag I got a heart of gold
Had run my money up my fist in a bowl
I hit me a lick in Gucci shell toes
The police light me up right on melrose
We don't give a fuck put you in that hole
And if you wanna spark some yeah we can roll
Bitch I got fye so don't try to backdoor
If I air this bitch out y'all gon have to get low
This bitch hitting everybody where it go
Tsunami hit his block dem n***as got soaked
That hoe made a poker face so she on go
And I be with some solid n***as like OLO
That n***a couldn't hang with us if he had ropes
Put me in the game I said to my coach
They ain making no noise I'm tryna up the score'board
When I hit from the back I make her get on all damn fours
Man I ran that pussy n***a out the store
Then put that boy dead face on galore
And I think the yoppa gotta lions roar
And we havin paper but we need some more
Had a pop off a pussy n***a now im soar
And we might leave yo face on the dashboard
Hope I don't get no case I'm praying to my lord
And will send a n***a to heaven
That young n***a jump out the porsche at 11
He smokin good dope and go blow if I let em
I open my wallet the whole thing relish
And play these hoes round can never get jealous
I take yo top off then I'm feelin like velly
Don't get took off you better get ready
Have a blood bath in the back of the deli
When I was locked up you know gun in my celly
I snuck in like 25 sticks threw the telli
No stuntin ass n***a he ate his spaghetti
We gone fan yo ass down watch you fall like a feather
I can't fuck on sucka bitches cause they petty
And I might have a soft spot for the trap life
POG double glizzy this that glokk life
This ain no tiger hunt but I want stripes
Addys im poppin got me feelin right
That 30 mili gram gone last for the night
Ain talm bout no virgin that bit' got me tight
I cut the hoes off with no knife
Man I'm with some young n***as and they stripe
Man get yo ass up we knocking out cho lights