[Verse 1]
Bros been in pen for years and I ain't sent him no change
But he's fuckin' with the Opps, still I'm the one that's fake
I don't hide behind my tints, I'm strapped up day to day
Always scrubbin' down my straps, fizzy findin' DNA
Never walkin' down the mains, always pushin' suttin' faster
Bros tired of my shit, I need myself a grafter (Yo)
It wasn't banter when my stack was a joke, now a bad days 25 ton
I'm still beatin' em and I ain't seen a cat all week
Ain't rappin' like him, bro he's rappin' like me
First 20 copped a whip, rest went on the Re
Same day they clutched it, had food, no P
Held the L and ran it up with bullet holes in my dashboard
With me 24/s, now you can get your back torn
A .32's a throw away, dots still needs to get sawed
Fuck Gordon, this is a different kind of chef course (Yo)

[Chorus]
They ain't trappin' like me, ain't baggin' up dirt even though it runs clean
Same night pebbed a Nina, 40 hours, no sleep
You ain't ever seen a hundred so can't little bro me
In the whip with broski, we don't chill, we make bands
Same kid from Bengies wet you up over chat
I got snaked when I was broke, now I flex on them man
On my life they ain't on noth'
[Verse 2]
Can't tell me bout L's, lost 30 last month
I just went and copped a brick, had the trap going nuts
Made bro his first 10, since then he's doubled up
Right now he's in a shitter, next year its no clutch
Had that R for a month, only drove it for a sec
Only time I'm in that whip, when there's P's to collect
Young G's on my neck but it stays filled up with men
So I ain't stressin' bout shit cah I trap with my skeng
These slabs ain't some men, still its meant for the road
Fuck a warrant for arrest, I been trappin' on my toes
Nah this ain't yard bone, you can't get it for the low
If your phones dead, this white resurrects phones
This whites power cah Gary gets stoned
Debbie lives kway, minimum 6 when she calls
I ain't trappin' out that whip if it doesn't have sports
Black bonnets get smoked, I ain't tryna hop walls (Yo, yo)

[Chorus]
They ain't trappin' like me, ain't baggin' up dirt even though it runs clean
Same night pebbed a Nina, 40 hours, no sleep
You ain't ever seen a hundred so can't little bro me
In the whip with broski, we don't chill, we make bands
Same kid from Bengies wet you up over chat
I got snaked when I was broke, now I flex on them man
On my life they ain't on noth', this spinner don't jam