[Intro]
This that real za
Whoa, (Chapo) ,Chapo
[Chorus]
Yeah, Nigga take precaution when you step in this Trap house (Trap house)
Only drugs and guns allowed, I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (Hrr)
Huh, my trust done ran out, Huh, they block get fanned down (Fanned down)
Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth (No)
Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm 18, Nigga, I can do it by myself I'm a man now (I'ma man)
This a G-30, It's my favorite, this bitch shoot so loud
These bitches be dick grabbin', they be dick hoppin' wanna shout out (These bitches be dick hoppin')
You want solution to yo' problem? Drink this Wok' (Wok')
Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge? Say "Fuck them cops" (Fuck Twelve)
[Verse]
I don't give a fuck about you feelin' like you finna get caught in thе mix, nigga send that drop
I be antisocial with the goddamn bitchеs until 12 O'clock
"How many shots?", 27
Bitch I'm in Seven Heaven (Seven Heaven)
They ain't gon' never get me
Huh, yo' bitch got good becky
Hold my pistol, bitch you know my stick heavy
We gon' have a goddamn bang out, touch makaveli
We gon' slide on all the opps while we have this stolen Chevy
I been hittin' shit with this Glock, Nigga I'ma veterinarian
He don't want no beef, he went vegetarian
Got the biggest stain, boy I pass every letter
So much stain, probably should meet the devil
You a pussy nigga, I be wit' real steppas
Remix songs, Like I'm David Guetta
I'll fuck yo' bitch in a ripped sweater
I can get hard in the cold weather
I got love scars, from the Glock metal
They keep holdin' weight, We gon' bench press 'em
I don't do no dates, Let off them shots, It's a cold case
V-LONE On my back, Color OJ
Whoa don't like 'em, He can't stay (Whoa)
This that real za
Whoa, (Chapo) ,Chapo
[Chorus]
Yeah, Nigga take precaution when you step in this Trap house (Trap house)
Only drugs and guns allowed, I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (Hrr)
Huh, my trust done ran out, Huh, they block get fanned down (Fanned down)
Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth (No)
Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm 18, Nigga, I can do it by myself I'm a man now (I'ma man)
This a G-30, It's my favorite, this bitch shoot so loud
These bitches be dick grabbin', they be dick hoppin' wanna shout out (These bitches be dick hoppin')
You want solution to yo' problem? Drink this Wok' (Wok')
Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge? Say "Fuck them cops" (Fuck Twelve)
[Verse]
I don't give a fuck about you feelin' like you finna get caught in thе mix, nigga send that drop
I be antisocial with the goddamn bitchеs until 12 O'clock
"How many shots?", 27
Bitch I'm in Seven Heaven (Seven Heaven)
They ain't gon' never get me
Huh, yo' bitch got good becky
Hold my pistol, bitch you know my stick heavy
We gon' have a goddamn bang out, touch makaveli
We gon' slide on all the opps while we have this stolen Chevy
I been hittin' shit with this Glock, Nigga I'ma veterinarian
He don't want no beef, he went vegetarian
Got the biggest stain, boy I pass every letter
So much stain, probably should meet the devil
You a pussy nigga, I be wit' real steppas
Remix songs, Like I'm David Guetta
I'll fuck yo' bitch in a ripped sweater
I can get hard in the cold weather
I got love scars, from the Glock metal
They keep holdin' weight, We gon' bench press 'em
I don't do no dates, Let off them shots, It's a cold case
V-LONE On my back, Color OJ
Whoa don't like 'em, He can't stay (Whoa)
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