Trap (Freestyle) lyrics

Trapping make it happen, couple ounces in the packages
Stacking chips immaculate, while b*tches just be actin' rich
The f*ck you think you're up against, it's me and my whole team, b*tch
Just sitting on cream, split cause money make me mean quick
She's mad because her dad's a fiend, she's nagging 'bout his tendencies
But she don't know, that sh*t he smoke, that man been straight gettin' it from me
Ain't no remorse up in these streets, you do what a mother f*cker got to do
A lot to prove, got blocks to move, no b*tch, this cheddar's not for you
Hold up
Let me reiterate it for you b*tches who don't get it
I've been killing it since day one, but no mother f*cker I'm just not finished
This kushy fragrance has made its way through my whole estate and
I bet the neighbors ain't even mad cause this bud 100 and causing cravings
The f*ck's a fed to a t-rap god?
I'll discuss the bread and he'll leave out awed
If I prod your broad with the thought of this life
You know I just made your b*tch my b*tch, right?
I'm posted with my squad, and we bout to go rillas
Cashing out scrilla I've been stacking as your dealer
Say bye-bye hater cause that sh*t can evaporate
Get out my face, move b-b-b*tch, I got cash to make