[Intro]
Yeah, God
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on man
Y'all know who the f*ck the originator is man
The motivator, you understand me
If you playing with that knife, then young n*gga you gon' get cut
Yeah I'm pouring up that drank, hoping a n*gga don't get stuck
Now I'm pullin' up on this b*tch 'cause these hoes be tryna get f*cked
(b*tch done get took down, you know what I'm sayin', phew, let's go)
[Chorus]
Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this sh*t
I stayed down all these years, now these n*ggas tryna mock this sh*t
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz
Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherf*ckin' Benz b*tch
Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna f*ck you and your friend right quick
I can see n*ggas they really don't want us to win
I can see n*ggas they really don't want us to win, no
[Verse 1]
I can see they don't want us to win
But I'm back in the money again
Bathtub eight rows again
And they bad, this ain't nothin' but a ten
And I used to meet 'em on that block
I was trappin' in my Cartier lens
Now I dress up in suit boy stocks
And I need in on the next Benz
I be rockin' somethin' sixty-six bands, on my motherf*ckin' hands
After this flip I'ma cross the land, I'm not playin' around with a b*tch, hold up
Morning time or the night time, even the afternoons ridin' with sticks, hold up
My partner talkin' real smooth to him, tell the truth he a lick
Set a rat trap for a snitch
Probably go Gucci Louis with the sticks
We gon' see who really ride with this sh*t
We still gotta go and slide 'bout some sh*t
I'm mafia, I'm so inside of this sh*t
A n*gga done did some time for this sh*t
My n*ggas done lived and died 'bout this sh*t
I swear to God, been inside of this sh*t, I'm rockin'
[Chorus]
Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this sh*t
I stayed down all these years, now these n*ggas tryna mock this sh*t
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz
Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherf*ckin' Benz b*tch
Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna f*ck you and your friend right quick
I can see n*ggas they really don't want us to win
I can see n*ggas they really don't want us to win, no
[Verse 2]
I ran up that cake on a son of a b*tch
I bought me a Wraith for that son of a b*tch
I done bought a new drake with that son of a b*tch (draco)
And I put me some tape on that son of a b*tch
I done got me a scope on that son of a b*tch
Sellin' nothin' but dope in this son of a b*tch
Got VS on my rope and it's son of a b*tch
This gelato gon' choke a lil b*tch
I want the head, I want both of them b*tches
I want to put on a show for the b*tches
I try for the money, I throw for them digits
I ain't never tried flex on my bros for them b*tches
Hit a three six and the blunt smokin' on b*tches
Got all new money and loads of ambition
I be tryna chop it up with you, just listen
Yo, you can go get the lil money for the mission
Dawg it's a real bankroll, just pay attention
Thought we was gon' go 'head, twist up the extension
Yo I be ridin' V12, big big engine
At the spot smokin' cookie, burnin' incense
Look, and I got a food stamp gang
I done went to do double up the Rolls Royce, no, not the Range
Me and your money, know that sh*t not the same
[Chorus]
Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this sh*t
I stayed down all these years, now these n*ggas tryna mock this sh*t
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz
Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherf*ckin' Benz b*tch
Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna f*ck you and your friend right quick
I can see n*ggas they really don't want us to win
I can see n*ggas they really don't want us to win, no