[Intro: Enchanting]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: Enchanting & Pooh Shiesty]
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas just scared (Yeah)
They turn, they run to the feds (God)
She say, "Open your eyes", I'm like, lil' bitch, I'm high
Can't you tell that I'm full of them meds? (On God)
We are down on the scoreboard, you gotta forfeit
All of yo' niggas is dead
Come get your ho back, that pussy throwback
Blow me up, hit me, I leave 'em on read (Blaow)
I'll fuck on your bitch, I don't lay up
I'm rollin' on X just to stay up (Ayy)
Skinny bitch, but you see that my weight up
Tryna fuck you right now, I won't wait up (On God)
Bitch, I'm blowed, I been runnin' that cake up (Uh-huh)
Might speak it to 'em, I don't say much
Bitch, I'm MVP still, I don't play much
Titties on the Glock, thesе are no A-cups (Uh-huh), woah
They know ain't no ho in my blood
My dad ain't yo' uncle, so I ain't yo' cuz
Ayy, you know thе old me, so don't approach me
Nigga, this ain't what it was
They mad that I done run my sack up
Racks up, earned it, this shit out the mud
Cross me and I gotta get payback
No you can't pay that, I want it in blood (On God)
Free Hank 'til my brother come home
My fellas stay grippin' that chrome, uh
Bitches sellin' their cat, I sell songs
Done ran up that sack on my phone
I cannot make this shit up
Boy, yo' ass limp, can't get up
Do this shit for my mama, can't give up
Niggas fake, crop their ass out the picture (Ayy, ayy)
I be full of that juice like a pitcher (Uh)
You a opp now, it ain't nothin with ya (Nuh-uh, ayy)
Yeah, it's all from the gang so we get up (Look)
Ain't no competition, so just give up
Yo' lil' girlfriend go down and she eat up
Bad lil' bitch with a magazine, no pages (Yeah, yeah)
You lil' niggas be broke, makin' no wages
Bitch, go talk to God if you need savin' (Ayy, big brr)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: Enchanting & Pooh Shiesty]
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas just scared (Yeah)
They turn, they run to the feds (God)
She say, "Open your eyes", I'm like, lil' bitch, I'm high
Can't you tell that I'm full of them meds? (On God)
We are down on the scoreboard, you gotta forfeit
All of yo' niggas is dead
Come get your ho back, that pussy throwback
Blow me up, hit me, I leave 'em on read (Blaow)
I'll fuck on your bitch, I don't lay up
I'm rollin' on X just to stay up (Ayy)
Skinny bitch, but you see that my weight up
Tryna fuck you right now, I won't wait up (On God)
Bitch, I'm blowed, I been runnin' that cake up (Uh-huh)
Might speak it to 'em, I don't say much
Bitch, I'm MVP still, I don't play much
Titties on the Glock, thesе are no A-cups (Uh-huh), woah
They know ain't no ho in my blood
My dad ain't yo' uncle, so I ain't yo' cuz
Ayy, you know thе old me, so don't approach me
Nigga, this ain't what it was
They mad that I done run my sack up
Racks up, earned it, this shit out the mud
Cross me and I gotta get payback
No you can't pay that, I want it in blood (On God)
Free Hank 'til my brother come home
My fellas stay grippin' that chrome, uh
Bitches sellin' their cat, I sell songs
Done ran up that sack on my phone
I cannot make this shit up
Boy, yo' ass limp, can't get up
Do this shit for my mama, can't give up
Niggas fake, crop their ass out the picture (Ayy, ayy)
I be full of that juice like a pitcher (Uh)
You a opp now, it ain't nothin with ya (Nuh-uh, ayy)
Yeah, it's all from the gang so we get up (Look)
Ain't no competition, so just give up
Yo' lil' girlfriend go down and she eat up
Bad lil' bitch with a magazine, no pages (Yeah, yeah)
You lil' niggas be broke, makin' no wages
Bitch, go talk to God if you need savin' (Ayy, big brr)
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