[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
Get up in that [?] drugs, he tryna make [?]
Couldn't buy designer, he was dressing plane
Once we get the low, we push up on the [?]
It was me, no umbrella, standing in the rain
[?] traps [?] straps
Put him in the air, smoke him like a pack
On the tip was a twist, just to make a [?]
This ain't what you want, n***a, this ain't that
What that sound mean?
That somebody dying
Run[?] riding [?]
You can run, you can duck, but you can't hide
I tossed his ass overboard, tryna [?] mine
[?]
[?]
[?]
She steady going through my phone, tryna find [?]
[?] everybody do it
Pat just touched down, now we running through it
[?] we making music
And money call, we on the way, we be running to it
Back to the scrilla, can't comparе me to your n***as
Ain't nobody realer
Catch mе [?] through the jungle with some damn gorillas
[?] spending, we some fucking drillers
[?] you can go and check my rap sheet
305, we ain't [?] got a pack [?]
Never seen him outside, he just rap street
They know we always outside, on the backstreets
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Know we always outside, on the backstreets
And your bitch is a runner, [?] track meet
I've been running up this chicken like an athlete
N***a, I be snapping on the mic, ain't with that rap beef
These n***as said they getting to that bag, know they really capping
Pull up in that Wraith, getting cake with my n***a Trap
Brodie in the club with that thang, know he keep a strap
You ain't got no change, you's a lame, I can't give you dap
You ain't tryna go and get that bag, you can't shake my hand
I woke up early morning to that chicken, yeah, I'm making bands
N***a, I've been chasing after that bag, I ain't making friends
I'ma look at [?] to the end
I'ma look after the fam, n***a, that fasho
Eh
N***a, fasho
I'ma go and run that money up, get to that dough
Remember I was coming up, I never thought I'd blow
N***a, I done ran that money up, now I done kicked the door
Man, I told the bro hop in the [?], but he [?]
N***a, we go and get that paper, ain't no chasing hoes