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Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah (Let the band play)
Ooh, yeah (Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
Ooh, yeah (5)

Trap, it was movin' too slow, n***a gotta go in the field with 'em
Can't f**k with no naggin' ass ho, n***a don't even wanna deal with 'em
n***a trap still out the spot, even though I kept it too real with 'em
Last plug, had to run up a tab, damn near got to a mil' with 'em
Smokin', eyes closed like a Japanese
No lemon pound, got Master P's
Chokin' out hoes like wrestling
pu**y too slick like vaseline
Callin' my phone, don't ask for me
n***as slide with hundred rounds just for me
Paper plate, n***a, no tag with me
I'ma catch a murder, don't ask for me

Gotta catch a body, knock his top off
Fake shoes, n***a rockin' knockoffs
Ridin' down Ocean with the top off
Bad lil' b*t*h speak Spanish
Hundred all blues what I'm havin'
n***a, down the road, wasn't rappin'
n***a, down the road, we was trappin'
n***a, down the road, we was cappin'
n***a, down the road, livin' lavish
Four guards, five bombs
Telephones in one
Got the weed in too
X pills and the lean
Place an order, get some clean
b*t*h solid, Mr. Clean
Mouthpiece sold a dream
My main guard brought me wings
Hustle, dawg, anything
Dummy bale, pull schemes, yeah

Trap, it was movin' too slow, n***a gotta go in the field with 'em
Can't f**k with no naggin' ass ho, n***a don't even wanna deal with 'em
n***a trap still out the spot, even though I kept it too real with 'em
Last plug, had to run up a tab, damn near got to a mil' with 'em
Smokin', eyes closed like a Japanese
No lemon pound, got Master P's
Chokin' out hoes like wrestling
pu**y too slick like vaseline
Callin' my phone, don't ask for me
n***as slide with hundred rounds just for me
Paper plate, n***a, no tag with me
I'ma catch a murder, don't ask for me

Trap beatin' like a drummer
OG gas, ridin' hundred all summer (Jugg)
Get a n***a ass smashed, don't think about it, I don't believe in karma
I got a lot of commas (Commas)
I'm talkin' M's (Count up)
I got trees (Trees)
I ain't talkin' Timbs (Only big gas)
Half these n***as so broke
Man, I don't even wanna deal with 'em (f**k 'em)
n***a ain't got a stripe to his name
Follow his partner with real millions (No cap)
Half these hoes so broke, I switch up phones, can't deal with 'em (Yeah)
Flight risk, I owe my last plug like two million, Street

Trap, it was movin' too slow, n***a gotta go in the field with 'em
Can't f**k with no naggin' ass ho, n***a don't even wanna deal with 'em
n***a trap still out the spot, even though I kept it too real with 'em
Last plug, had to run up a tab, damn near got to a mil' with 'em
Smokin', eyes closed like a Japanese
No lemon pound, got Master P's
Chokin' out hoes like wrestling
pu**y too slick like vaseline
Callin' my phone, don't ask for me
n***as slide with hundred rounds just for me
Paper plate, n***a, no tag with me
I'ma catch a murder, don't ask for me

(Break bread)
(Will-A-Fool)

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