[Intro]
Aye, aye
(?) with those lights man
Bang, bang, bang
Twenty of them things
Bring those racks up
I made racks for all them things
Yeah ain't no more Act' man
It's some PTs and bricks, ain't no more Act'
(?) you know (?)
You know I want (?) right?
[Hook]
Chief So the most anticipated trapper
Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper
Fishy ass niggas, ya'll some crappers
Smack the bitch head cause she's a grabber
Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper
I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher
Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter
You got five million dollars for me then I'm flattered
[Verse 1]
Walked up in the court, I'm reekin'
Yeah I'm reekin' now I'm blinging
Smell like a pound of skunk, you smell like a pound of peaches
I remember trappin', ridin' round in the Regal
Now I pull up in that i8, look like some Adidas
Stripes on my shit so you know you can't beat me
Fredo in the cut like the sore on my fuckin' knee and
Ridin' fast while I'm eatin', my car look like neon
You know I got D-Money, I'm flexin' like I'm Deion
Your weed stepped on, guess what? My shit peed on
I'm hot up in this bitch, someone get some fuckin' Freon
For my air conditionin', it feel like I cut the heat on
You wake up turn your swags on, I wake up turn my heat on
You a lame ass duck nigga, nigga you a peon
I'm coolin' at Leon's my independent kingdom
I pulled up to Harold's, eight piece with some lemon
Pepper on my shit, R. Kelly TP3 on
Aye, aye
(?) with those lights man
Bang, bang, bang
Twenty of them things
Bring those racks up
I made racks for all them things
Yeah ain't no more Act' man
It's some PTs and bricks, ain't no more Act'
(?) you know (?)
You know I want (?) right?
[Hook]
Chief So the most anticipated trapper
Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper
Fishy ass niggas, ya'll some crappers
Smack the bitch head cause she's a grabber
Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper
I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher
Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter
You got five million dollars for me then I'm flattered
[Verse 1]
Walked up in the court, I'm reekin'
Yeah I'm reekin' now I'm blinging
Smell like a pound of skunk, you smell like a pound of peaches
I remember trappin', ridin' round in the Regal
Now I pull up in that i8, look like some Adidas
Stripes on my shit so you know you can't beat me
Fredo in the cut like the sore on my fuckin' knee and
Ridin' fast while I'm eatin', my car look like neon
You know I got D-Money, I'm flexin' like I'm Deion
Your weed stepped on, guess what? My shit peed on
I'm hot up in this bitch, someone get some fuckin' Freon
For my air conditionin', it feel like I cut the heat on
You wake up turn your swags on, I wake up turn my heat on
You a lame ass duck nigga, nigga you a peon
I'm coolin' at Leon's my independent kingdom
I pulled up to Harold's, eight piece with some lemon
Pepper on my shit, R. Kelly TP3 on
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