[Intro]
(Trapaholics)

[Verse: Cola La Flare]
Come through with about eight bricks of the sniff
7:40 in the garage, selling more than a lift (Shoutout)
Coke boys, stay near me, I transport, you hear me? (Damn)
I bring dimes, you feel me? Go to the club, (Shoutout) and keep a key
I (Cola), break it down, mix it in, and pour it out
Cook it up, pack it 'way you serve it to the junkies now
Louis bag, (Gucci) Gucci shoes that silver sippin'
Naked, I buy with crack money, just in case (Shoutout), the girls is trippin'

[Chorus: Young Dro]
It's a drought on that boy, so I got that
Arm and Hammer propaganda
It's a drought on that boy, so I got that
Arm and Hammer propaganda
It's a drought on that boy, so I got that
Arm and Hammer propaganda
It's a drought on that boy, so I got that
Arm and Hammer propaganda
Arm and Hammer propaganda
It's a drought on that boy, so I got that
Arm and Hammer propaganda
It's a drought on that boy, so I got that
Arm and Hammer propaganda