[Intro]
(?) (Wheres yo passion) (On the bag?) (?)
Aye, (Thank you fizzle)
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around
We not doin' no tresspassing, n*gga we gone gun him down
Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds
Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound
Pressure in my wood that's eight feet
Real boss n*gga I don't fake beef
Playing with that money that's a late fee
They'll get me we take his body, get to tapein'
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
I don't f*ck pale hoes they look pasty
Its a thot beat it down no cake in it
In the kitchen cook it up with a apron
I don't need swine so I f*ck with turkey bacon
I don't roll the nut on, I don't do the vapor
Straight facts
Walking like I'm diddy now, take that take that
n*ggas rappin' for this gold
Before they sign this eight track
Tints so dark I ain't seeing anything in this maybach
We ain't coming in, big boss we on jets b*tch
Lay a n*gga down, see its different how they take it
Ace poppin is a big bottle on my meek sh*t
And I know you a broke n*gga on that cheap sh*t
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around
We not doin' no tresspassing, n*gga we gone gun him down
Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds
Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound
Pressure in my wood that's eight feet
Real boss n*gga I don't fake beef
Playing with that money that's a late fee
They'll get me we take his body, get to tapein'
[Verse 2: Desto Dubb]
These VV's are shining real crazy
Bless your momma but she still got a late fee
You bring the pints to the city that's a state fee
I'm all about the dough like pastries
My fit is all army but my wrist is the navy
His girl got my hoodie on I know the n*gga hate me
I got four baby bottles and I ain't got one baby
You worry about the roaches but the snakes really shady
They call me wise [?] , sell dope like Jay Z
I don't play games so I know they can't face me
Raise in the sixies but was born in the eighties
Your n*gga in a uber, so he can't even race me
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around
We not doin' no tresspassing, n*gga we gone gun him down
Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds
Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound
Pressure in my wood that's eight feet
Real boss n*gga I don't fake beef
Playing with that money that's a late fee
They'll get me we take his body, get to tapein'