[Chorus]
I got my foot on they neck
Hell nah bitch I ain't lettin' up (I can't let up)
I got a bag on my neck
Told that pussy to catch up (Catch up)
Real dope boy shit, none of these n***as can't fuck with us (Can't fuck with us)
We throw racks in this bitch, tell them pussies to count it, uh (Count it)
We loud, rock the crowd, I'm too turnt, can't turn it down
Blow a check, we Nike, down
Scrape the bone, we whip the pound
Real D boy in the trap, we a different kind
We don't even trap the same, we don't cross the same line

[Verse 1]
Took the Rollie to the jewler, told that n***a to bust it down
I got [?] in the face, I got cash to throw around
She a dime in the face, I'm just tryna bust her down
Bein' broke a real disease, none of them n***as can't come around
Real dope boy in the trap, bitch I move them pies
Broke boy can't talk to me, it cost money to hit my line
Movin' dope on the interstate
They told me I was ahead of my time
I can't even walk the same
In my pocket, like twenty-five
Big ol' booty, small waist
I'm just tryna bust her down
Baby's sayin' ándale
I'ma speed while I'm doin' a hundred and five
[Chorus]
I got my foot on they neck
Hell nah bitch I ain't lettin' up (I can't let up)
I got a bag on my neck
Told that pussy to catch up (Catch up)
Real dope boy shit, none of these n***as can't fuck with us (Can't fuck with us)
We throw racks in this bitch, tell them pussies to count it, uh (Count it)
We loud, rock the crowd, I'm too turnt, can't turn it down
Blow a check, we Nike, down
Scrape the bone, we whip the pound
Real D boy in the trap, we a different kind
We don't even trap the same, we don't cross the same line

[Verse 2]
I smoke the loudest weed, can't you hear it? (Can't you hear it?)
I don't fuck with none of these n***as, they act too weird (Act too weird)
I drink Hennessy, n***a fuck that beer (Fuck that beer)
Real trap n***a, let's get that clear (Get that clear)
I got rats on my face, bitch these Cartiers (They Cartiers)
I came in her face, drip into her ear (Ew, wet)
Bitch I'm agitated, twelve stay on my rear (Fuck twelve)
I don't conversate, just hit her in her rear (It's tight)

[Chorus]
I got my foot on they neck
Hell nah bitch I ain't lettin' up (I can't let up)
I got a bag on my neck
Told that pussy to catch up (Catch up)
Real dope boy shit, none of these n***as can't fuck with us (Can't fuck with us)
We throw racks in this bitch, tell them pussies to count it, uh (Count it)
We loud, rock the crowd, I'm too turnt, can't turn it down
Blow a check, we Nike, down
Scrape the bone, we whip the pound
Real D boy in the trap, we a different kind
We don't even trap the same, we don't cross the same line