Vacuum Seals lyrics

Turn that sh*t off bruh
(Mike Gotti This sh*t Stupid)
Turn that sh*t off bruh
On God
That seal done turnt
Me up
We in the Trap right now n*gga
On God
My Trap do stupid number bae watch them cameras it might be the folks
Ion’ Know this bihh from a can of paint but
She might be the goat
Her ass stupid fat she toting a load
Don’t mind hittin’ the road
Double vacuum seal them b*tches stank
Hope they don’t pull her over
Triple vacuum seal it ain’t no way
I still smell the aroma
Hundred’s turkey bags up in a day barely
Put some on them
I just made a ten up off a play I charged
A extra hundred
Ain’t no way in hell them n*ggas hatin’
Thеy ain’t getting no money
Took the fivе percent up off the Benz
Let them see me stunt
Take them Moissanite up out your sh*t
That ain’t VS ones
That food saver turnt me to the man with out you
I ain’t nothing
I just vacuum seal two hundred of them b*tches save myself some money
Nominate me trapper of the year my sh*t
Jump out the gym
Know I still go back to the hood my
Jugg love me still
Crazy that they shot me in my head and
I ain’t shed a tear
Same night I had lil uhh spinning
They ain know I lived
Talking to the plug let’s get back to it im
Just glad im here
Same day he had the b*tches landing
Like he Holyfield
I can’t even lie that food saver the
Reason why im here
Ain gone lie I still believe in god
But I know it is
Took a ratchet b*tch up out the hood
Now she doing good
Take that white girl throw it in that uh
That’s how you know it’s him
Every time I come back from the farm
I put my people on
He say he ain’t coming off that block he say that’s
Where he belong
I was on that block like everyday my
Plays take me home
Posted up with some real robbers the
J’s will take some from ya’
Boy your life ain’t worth a gram of heart the
Jail shake some for me
n*ggas on the street go to jail
They buddy buddy
Ain’t clicking up with Nan’ n*gga I still a
Quake that button
Riding with two switches don’t give a f*ck I still gotta’
Raise my boy
Solo riding with that dogsh*t I dare you
Take some from me
Ima’ tell the DA I was scared I ain’t
Have no choice
Them n*ggas lied they said trapping was dead
He must ain’t have no source
Bro just called me bout’ pair of shoes but he ain’t
Tryna cop no Jordan’s
I be making plays all in the bed dreaming bout
Traps and stuff
I can’t even make this b*tch that
Seal turnt me up