TRUE SAY Houdini

[Intro]
(Yosh made the track)
(M-M-M-M-Moneyway)
Yo, ah
(Mmm, ah)
(Mmm, ah)
(Mmm, ah)
(Mmm, ah)
Yo, ah (Ayy)
Ah (Ayy)
(Ah, ayy)
(Yeah, yo, uh)

[Chorus]
Trap out the trap, uh
We gotta run up them racks all day
Makin' it back, I know what to do with a pack, true say
I gotta rap, so I don't be wastin' my talent, yo
Fuck on a pretty lil' baddie
'Member I used to trap out at the grannies

[Verse]
(Talk your shit, nigga)
I'm 'onna head to the top of the earth, ayy
Tryna fly through
I'm 'onna hit up the dial first, yeah
Lotta mans dyin', I gotta get what I want in a hurry, ooh
Ain't gon' cap
I'm makin' more than what you make off a birdy
(And you talk shit), ain't got money
Trappin' the ends with like hundreds of junkies
Pretty little bitch, all she sayin' is funny
Hit from the back and you know that I'm nuttin'
Lettin' it off on her face, sayin', "It's nothin'"
(Nasty lil' bitch, you so disgustin')
Glock with a dick, fuckin' and fuckin'
Empty the clip, and I'm buggin', I'm buggin'
Ayy, look at this wrist, you know it's bussin'
Look at this fifth, it's gonna bun him
How many bitches you tryna go juggle?
Puttin' the bread in the block like hustle
You ain't my dawg, we're not brothers
You are my thot, I'll not cuff you
Gimme the bands, gimme the credit
Gimme the grams, know how to stretch it