Pull up to yo crib and I'm bumping trap
Talking all sh*t, that's that sh*t gone get you smacked
I feel like UPS, damn I'm movin hella pack
I can't f*ck yo b*tch, I'm too busy countin stacks
I feel like a dyke, never leave without that strap
Lil n*gga you a stain, I'll pull up and take yo sack
My n*gga got a 30, knock you off the f*cking map
Yo b*tch wanna f*ck me, I think she done seen my racks
I told that b*tch, no flockin, Like I'm Kodak Black
I just called my plug, told him meet me out the back
b*tch I finnessed that plug, Ran off with the f*cking drugs
My trap booming now, but i came out the f*cking mud
f*cking with my money, get hit with the f*cking slugs
Yo b*tch must think im sweet, tryna give me f*cking hugs
If you ain't moving packs, n*gga you a f*cking scrub
Walked up in yo crib, all i seen was dirty rugs
I pull up with the strap, look at all these n*ggas run
Feel like Hulk Hogan, cause these bricks they weigh a ton
b*tch i fight like Tyson, I don't even need a gun
You biting off my flow, n*gga you my f*cking son
Give me all the blues, you can keep the f*cking ones