[Chorus: Lil Yo]
All in the trap spot, whipping up that dirty (Whip)
Baking soda and them Glocks
Plays going in and out
Young nigga with the scale and the vacuum seals (with the scale and the vacuum seals)
Young nigga I'm just tryna come up 'bout drug deals ('bout drug deals)
You ain't in the field nigga fo' real fo' real (Fo' real, fo' real)
Glock with 30 round put it in your grill (Put it in your grill)
Where the bag? Where the cash at nigga? (Come here)
Run up in yo' shit, I'll rob you with no mask nigga (Don't need all that)
No pump fake, won't hesitate to blast nigga
Lil Yo nigga I'll turn yo' ass to Casper's (Pussy)
All I ever wanted to do was run up [?] (Bands)
Remember them days when I was hustlin' Backwoods
Playin' get it right, now I got my fuckin' racks up (Racks)
[Verse: Lil Yo & Bermuda Yae]
All these fuckin' bands you thought we got into [?]
Heard that you a lick, I gotta hit you with a tracker
Hit 'em with a tracker
Know a nigga sack him
Young nigga in this bitch like he fuckin' Clay Matthews
Don't want no smoke they wait like they really got bad asthma
Just let the blunt sit in my hand I like to see the smoke man
The realest medicine around this bitch like its an incense
I really been high as fuck around this bitch since an infant
Young Yayo get in yo' hoe mouth just like he is a dentist
Shotty round here bit geekin [?]
All in the trap spot, whipping up that dirty (Whip)
Baking soda and them Glocks
Plays going in and out
Young nigga with the scale and the vacuum seals (with the scale and the vacuum seals)
Young nigga I'm just tryna come up 'bout drug deals ('bout drug deals)
You ain't in the field nigga fo' real fo' real (Fo' real, fo' real)
Glock with 30 round put it in your grill (Put it in your grill)
Where the bag? Where the cash at nigga? (Come here)
Run up in yo' shit, I'll rob you with no mask nigga (Don't need all that)
No pump fake, won't hesitate to blast nigga
Lil Yo nigga I'll turn yo' ass to Casper's (Pussy)
All I ever wanted to do was run up [?] (Bands)
Remember them days when I was hustlin' Backwoods
Playin' get it right, now I got my fuckin' racks up (Racks)
[Verse: Lil Yo & Bermuda Yae]
All these fuckin' bands you thought we got into [?]
Heard that you a lick, I gotta hit you with a tracker
Hit 'em with a tracker
Know a nigga sack him
Young nigga in this bitch like he fuckin' Clay Matthews
Don't want no smoke they wait like they really got bad asthma
Just let the blunt sit in my hand I like to see the smoke man
The realest medicine around this bitch like its an incense
I really been high as fuck around this bitch since an infant
Young Yayo get in yo' hoe mouth just like he is a dentist
Shotty round here bit geekin [?]
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