trapped out lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I got percies, I got lean (DANGER!)
Rock the 30’ for those f-
I got- i got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those-
I got- i got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those feins

I got (chili?) f*ck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And i think he got a beam
And these n*ggas look at me
n*ggas they not really-

(BlackMoneyBoyz Deathrow, f*ck n*gga)

[Verse 1]
I got them bags, i can sh- (yuh, yuh)
I got them bags, i can shoot him [?]
If u tryna’ see some drank, n*gga you should f*ck with me
I got molly, i got weed
I got everything i need

[Chorus]
I got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those feins
I got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those f-
I got- i got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those feins
I got (chili?) f*ck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And i think he got a beam
And these n*ggas look at me

[Verse 2]
n*ggas they not really [?]
And i send it in my dreams
Im not stupid, i be gang
And i move accordingly
I just bought two [?], they’ll be dirty in a week
I just- I just-
I just bought two [?], they’ll be dirty in a week
n*ggas hiding, [?] smoke
We gon’ smoke all his on me

[Verse 3]
I ain’t laughing ain’t no joke
This ain’t not no f*cking game
Speaking on my n*gga (mike?)
Til these bullets hit his brain
On my gang he got no pass, n*gga
I ain’t f*cking playing
You won’t catch me at no mass, n*gga
I ain’t f*cking praying
I ain’t even wanna speak, b*tch if you not f*cking paying
[Verse 4]
Yuh
The f*ck you sayin’?
n*ggas can’t even compete with me
They gotta team up
And they smoke [?] can’t even f*ck with me
That sh*t not enough
I’ll go b*tch off where i’m known n*gga
Ain’t no f*cking tricks
Cause that sh*t will get you killed n*gga
Get you turnt to dust
I can't take no f*cking chance n*gga
I ain’t had no luck
But i always take that risk n*gga
I don’t give a f*ck

[Outro]
I got them bags, i can sh- (yuh, yuh)
I got them bags, i can shoot him [?]
If u tryna’ see some drank, n*gga you should f*ck with me

I got molly, i got weed
I got everything i need
I got percies, i got lean

Rock the 30’ for those feins
I got (chili?) f*ck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And i think he got a beam
And these n*ggas look at me