[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been out here blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?)
[Verse 1: Rob49]
How you say it's good? Behind closed doors, you actually claimin' smoke
Callin' it alone, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo
Call a nigga bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard
Call it what you want, lil' nigga play, I'ma put them niggas on ya
And I like goin' illegal, nigga, and I like fuckin' beaucoup bitches
Look light, but I keep my pistol, I'ma make 'em come creep up on you
Bruce Lee how I kick shit, I'm a real bag getter, alright
She be tryna play hard to get, but I know bro hit it
Told me believe it, but I can't
Don't touch 4, I got some rank
All this money give me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been out here blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?)
[Verse 1: Rob49]
How you say it's good? Behind closed doors, you actually claimin' smoke
Callin' it alone, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo
Call a nigga bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard
Call it what you want, lil' nigga play, I'ma put them niggas on ya
And I like goin' illegal, nigga, and I like fuckin' beaucoup bitches
Look light, but I keep my pistol, I'ma make 'em come creep up on you
Bruce Lee how I kick shit, I'm a real bag getter, alright
She be tryna play hard to get, but I know bro hit it
Told me believe it, but I can't
Don't touch 4, I got some rank
All this money give me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, nigga
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