[Intro]
Hol' up
Spiffy on this motherfucker

[Verse]
Say what you want to my feet, yeah buddy
Swinging on the trees like I'm George in the Jungle
Trapping, the oppers be undercover
Can't cook it like me, my dope custard
I hang with the killers and robbers that don't give a fuck
Cuz they're still ready to bust
Jumped out the porch, land on my feet
When I shoot with my chopper, I might hit your mum
That 18 wheeler with a trunk
Got the trap bumping like I rushed out
That shit funny, I ain't quit talking
Cook it up, I cannot believe it's not bumping
Tryna get bands in my Louis V. duffle
Trap money, it come looking like truffle
Catch up, n***a, margiela mustard