I whip up the brick with my left arm
My niggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my niggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
Fuck up my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These niggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
[?] he got a bomb
Everybody on the fuck shit where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?
I went to sleep, cut a leg with the chopper
Put one in the head of that [?]
Pull up in a Porsche 9-11
Go to New York, drop a big bomb
Trapper never been good at con
I made auntie put the house in pawn
Left pocket, that Notorious
Right pocket look like Big Pun
FN, they shoot like it's ten guns
Hit the trap, I just raise funds
Trap or die, nigga, this shit ain't fun
I was young when I learned how to shoot a gun
I ain't never been a son
Kicking shit, nigga, punt
Mix Hitech, Actavis, Tussin
Grape, cherry, banana fruit punch
I went through the back door, still waiting in the front
My family is straight like the Brady Bunch
I put my junkie on the salary
She owe me $800 a month
Damier Louis swimming trunks
Etiquette like I came from France
Smelling like Yves Saint Laurent
I got a bad habit only fucking bitches once
I whip up the brick with my left arm
My niggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my niggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
Fuck up my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These niggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
[?] he got a bomb
Everybody on the fuck shit where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?

Dropped them bricks off in a Avalon
Plug on the way, know he dropped off a ton
DrugRixh, got my name from the slums
Trapping on Candler, I serve out the bomb
Twelve hit the spot, trying to handcuff my arm
Send my J's up to the marathon
I cook it so good, said they here to get numb
I whip with the left, call it home run
All of my niggas, they shooting for fun
Keep me the chopper, ain't no way I'ma run
I'm the connect and your neighborhood plug
I started from scratch with a nic and a gun
Stuck in jail, called my girl for the bond
Trap on the block, even after the sun
For my young nigga, a stupid big bomb
They loving no bitch 'cause they [?]
I'm just trying to run my money up
The Percocet, lean, and a double cup
Going to strip clubs and fuck it up
This trap life, nigga, I live with the bomb
When the pack touch down, it's a home run
'Cause a nigga trying to rob might get done
With that bitch [?] and they had guns
From the dope hole, niggas straight from the sun
I whip up the brick with my left arm
My niggas slime, Yves Saint Laurent
Go to New York with my niggas, son
I sleep with the chopper, don't need no alarm
Grass and the chickens, it look like a farm
Go around the city, I'm dropping off bombs
Point out my lick, I'ma cut out your tongue
I'll be in Louis like Farrakhan
These niggas couldn't hang where I come from
Everybody strapped where I come from
Everybody trap where I come from
[?] he got a bomb
Everybody on the fuck shit where I come from
Gave a bomb to everybody where I come from
Everybody shopping where the plug come from
You think they stopped making guns when they made yours?
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