Fritos (Opp In A Blunt) lyrics

[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Ayy, yeah, gott a bag
Hahaha, okay
Walk in that b*tch, pop a tag
Bag, yeah
I'm on a jet, n*gga I don't lag
No way, okay
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Walk in the trap with a big bag, hol' up, sh*t look like Fritos (Yeah)
I'm a young n*gga, got my cake up, hol' up, I don't know bout you, hoe (Bag)
n*gga gon' hate on the whole gang, hol' up, we gon shoot him like a free throw (f*ck 'em)
Bro gon pass the ball, give me the assist, I'ma make it through the people (Oh yeah)
I done came up from selling like one zip, I can show you how to stunt (Yeah)
Really came from the bottom, I done put my gang in the front, now I'm doing what I want (Oh yeah)
Roll a whole ounce up when we smoking on the Fronto, it's a opp in a blunt (Woah)
Do the dash in the whip when we swervin' thru the potholes, gotta watch from the front (Oh yeah)
n*gga think that he gon play me, hol' up, n*gga out his mind (Woah)
n*gga tried to try my gang, we gon blow him up in a mine (Boom, boom)
Shorty wanna f*ck on the team, we put that di*k in her spine (Yeah)
I don't really wanna talk to you, that's why I just took my time, yeah
I be really with the family, I don't got time for fake love (Hell nah)
Shorty she don't understand me, cause I'm way above the bums (We up)
Momma told me get that Grammy, and f*ck all those that judge (Uh-huh)
Give a big bag to my family, go shop and get what you want
I don't got time for nonsense, it don't make sense, so don't bring it up
n*ggas livin' in the past tense, that's why they racks ain't addin' up
I be swervin with a bad b*tch, she ain't average, why you mad as f*ck?
Stanley Steamer he a savage, you get mad b*tch, he gon' whack you up
Smokin real Runtz out the P, I give a f*ck bout what you think (Oh yeah)
Man these n*ggas wanna be like me, (Oh no), when I stunt in my white tee (Oh yeah)
I flex on a b*tch I don't care, (Hell no), can't give you my heart, that's rare (That's rare)
He ain't like me, can't compare, (Oh no), don't look at me, n*gga don't stare (Ayy)
I'm sorry I'm too icey, (Uh-huh), I know most n*ggas don't like me
Why you lookin at me like you wanna fight me?
n*gga, I don't know you I'm not with the hype, b*tch
Tell a n*gga pipe down, cause we're not with the clown sh*t
I be with my gang, we don't really come around much
We be in the house getting high, working on the music, bye, n*gga
[Outro]
Huh, woah