[Hook: Eddy Baker]
N***a I’m a pro in the trap straight athlete
Dealing out them grams shoulda been a damn mathlete
Cops want me caught but them piggies can’t catch me
Rolled a hundred blunts I don’t think no one can match me [x2]

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Thug life bitch yeah I’m living like a criminal
Said “Fuck School” but I still be using decimals
Healthy Boyz bitch
Catch me somewhere smoking vegetables
Got em’ for the extra low
Yo trap moving extra slow
Produce in from Mexico
Boy you know we flipping packs
All my n***as run through bags cause they know they’ll get it back
Tryna get my credit up
Tryna stack this lettuce brah
All these n***as want the juice
Well I’m sipping Welcher’s brah
Y'all ain’t got no leverage bruh
Eddy B is extra plugged
Gonna be a long night so I brought some extra drugs
Internet buzz but the streets show me extra love
Wanna go to war then you better bring some extra thugs
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Hush Laflare]
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