[Intro]
(Captain Crunch Presents)
Yeah, sink or swim the gang, nigga
Stack or starve the mob
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm still in the trap servin' narcotics
These niggas broke and they outta' pocket
I'm in the trap, Draco in the closet
All of my niggas love guns
My young nigga throwed off, he shootin' for nun'
I'm havin' the pounds in the hood like Big Pun
I'm stackin' the hunnids', I know I'm the one
No handshake, I don't know you, nigga
I got a hunnid' racks inside these denim
Lil K on my side and it like to hunt, nigga
Monkey nuts on the Sig, in the trap with gorillas
I walk in and broke niggas get in they feelings
Think I got a problem, got money addiction
Fuck her like a demon and buy her some Christians
[Verse]
Bussin' juugs, keep a scale by the pot
I'm sorry I'm busy, I'm tied up with them knots
My trap house open, told the Jay's come shop
I'm workin' my wrist til' the whole brick lock
I'm servin' these niggas like the real Rick Ross
We sippin' on green like hoes pissed off
Can't fuck with these niggas, they way too soft
They throwin' shots but they don't mean it
Hop out with that Glock leave him soul eating
Two Tec's in my hand, call it double-dutch
Pull up on him, now that boy body drop
I'm flexin' on niggas, they hate it
I know that you broke, all that drip is fugazi
Shout out yo' bitch, man that head was amazin'
I'm in the trap tryna' pop like I'm famous
(Captain Crunch Presents)
Yeah, sink or swim the gang, nigga
Stack or starve the mob
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm still in the trap servin' narcotics
These niggas broke and they outta' pocket
I'm in the trap, Draco in the closet
All of my niggas love guns
My young nigga throwed off, he shootin' for nun'
I'm havin' the pounds in the hood like Big Pun
I'm stackin' the hunnids', I know I'm the one
No handshake, I don't know you, nigga
I got a hunnid' racks inside these denim
Lil K on my side and it like to hunt, nigga
Monkey nuts on the Sig, in the trap with gorillas
I walk in and broke niggas get in they feelings
Think I got a problem, got money addiction
Fuck her like a demon and buy her some Christians
[Verse]
Bussin' juugs, keep a scale by the pot
I'm sorry I'm busy, I'm tied up with them knots
My trap house open, told the Jay's come shop
I'm workin' my wrist til' the whole brick lock
I'm servin' these niggas like the real Rick Ross
We sippin' on green like hoes pissed off
Can't fuck with these niggas, they way too soft
They throwin' shots but they don't mean it
Hop out with that Glock leave him soul eating
Two Tec's in my hand, call it double-dutch
Pull up on him, now that boy body drop
I'm flexin' on niggas, they hate it
I know that you broke, all that drip is fugazi
Shout out yo' bitch, man that head was amazin'
I'm in the trap tryna' pop like I'm famous
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