[Intro: Lil Dude]
Yeah
Trapnanana
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Dude]
Hundred band jugg, I run up them racks
Fuck on your bitch in some Gucci slacks
I get to the money, I ain't new to that
Pull up on your block with a stick and I'm shootin' that
Hop in the booth, I ain't writin' no raps
I'm straight out the trenches, these niggas be cap
I'm the one who put the hood on the map
Two tone Glock with a fifty attached
Remember I used to serve the dummy pack
I hopped in that foreign, it's no lookin' back
These diamonds they dancin', doin' jumping jacks
Your diamonds ain't dancin' bitch, take that shit back
Uh, yeah, I'm on point just like Kyrie
Dej loaf, bet a nigga won't come try me
Two twin Glocks, yeah them bitches they Siamese
Young nigga thuggin', was born in the nineties
[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
I get them bags in Toronto
We whackin' shit just like Griselda Blanco
I see the whole court like Rajon Rondo
A young nigga took the draco in the Hummer
We get out the pack, I ain't talkin' 'bout gumbo
Luciano, yeah he numero uno
Double back gang keep extendos
This a dirty game, why you niggas keep playin' Nintendo
Chopstick kick, make a nigga do the limbo
Hop out the free car and it's a Benzo
These niggas gettin' locked up for actin' mental
The AR push off like instrumental
They ain't let me in so I came through the window
Everything a young nigga do monumental
These niggas be tellin' but on they on pillow
Keep me a Smith like Jaden and Willow
I'm a real street nigga, man these niggas ain't right
He told on his man, 12 gave him a Sprite
I'm puttin' these niggas on ice
We took all the bread 'cause he wouldn't give us a slice
I'm still in the hood like fried rice
Hoodrich bitch, nigga better get your bread right
Catch me an opp, then you know this shit on sight
Pull on your block then we hittin' the headlights, skrrt
Yeah
Trapnanana
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Dude]
Hundred band jugg, I run up them racks
Fuck on your bitch in some Gucci slacks
I get to the money, I ain't new to that
Pull up on your block with a stick and I'm shootin' that
Hop in the booth, I ain't writin' no raps
I'm straight out the trenches, these niggas be cap
I'm the one who put the hood on the map
Two tone Glock with a fifty attached
Remember I used to serve the dummy pack
I hopped in that foreign, it's no lookin' back
These diamonds they dancin', doin' jumping jacks
Your diamonds ain't dancin' bitch, take that shit back
Uh, yeah, I'm on point just like Kyrie
Dej loaf, bet a nigga won't come try me
Two twin Glocks, yeah them bitches they Siamese
Young nigga thuggin', was born in the nineties
[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
I get them bags in Toronto
We whackin' shit just like Griselda Blanco
I see the whole court like Rajon Rondo
A young nigga took the draco in the Hummer
We get out the pack, I ain't talkin' 'bout gumbo
Luciano, yeah he numero uno
Double back gang keep extendos
This a dirty game, why you niggas keep playin' Nintendo
Chopstick kick, make a nigga do the limbo
Hop out the free car and it's a Benzo
These niggas gettin' locked up for actin' mental
The AR push off like instrumental
They ain't let me in so I came through the window
Everything a young nigga do monumental
These niggas be tellin' but on they on pillow
Keep me a Smith like Jaden and Willow
I'm a real street nigga, man these niggas ain't right
He told on his man, 12 gave him a Sprite
I'm puttin' these niggas on ice
We took all the bread 'cause he wouldn't give us a slice
I'm still in the hood like fried rice
Hoodrich bitch, nigga better get your bread right
Catch me an opp, then you know this shit on sight
Pull on your block then we hittin' the headlights, skrrt
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