[Intro]
Can't lie
It's been a while I put soft in my Pyrex bowl
You can get it soon as it locks!
You can get it soon as it dries!
Trapping ain't dead, it's alive!
[Verse]
I can't, I can't lie
It's been a while I put soft in my Pyrex bowl
Cah, cah I do less and I make way more
When I get em' and fly dem' whole
Ain't been dat long I had the .44 roulette just driving slow
But I wanna stop right dere'
Cause it goes all pare and da' Trident kinda know
Lee Harvey Nicks or Harrods
Spot-and-Cop, We don't try on clothes
My niggas' in jail that's Samsung Galaxy Snapchats
Like he's allowed his phone
Me-me I'm in trap and studio
Bae telling me I should make more time
Just got a call for a 2' and a daughter
Now I'm at the stove tryna make more light
I swear it must hurt, when you write your 6 in the crud
Knowing that you can't account
I swear dem' man dere' foul
Think they need words of Jeremy Cowl
Big wap in the Louie man-bag
Man walk with things in style
Patterned jail, made a killing off flake
Now the baffled asking "How!?"
I'm a different 'kettle of fish'
You got a different 'kettle of tits'
You should shoot, shut-up and be quite
You ah-you ah different kweng, you snitch
I put different levers on sticks
Tryna leave dem man banana's all split
Ask the plug, "Are you sure it's da same one?"
I caught a difference, man, off dis' brick
Can't lie
It's been a while I put soft in my Pyrex bowl
You can get it soon as it locks!
You can get it soon as it dries!
Trapping ain't dead, it's alive!
[Verse]
I can't, I can't lie
It's been a while I put soft in my Pyrex bowl
Cah, cah I do less and I make way more
When I get em' and fly dem' whole
Ain't been dat long I had the .44 roulette just driving slow
But I wanna stop right dere'
Cause it goes all pare and da' Trident kinda know
Lee Harvey Nicks or Harrods
Spot-and-Cop, We don't try on clothes
My niggas' in jail that's Samsung Galaxy Snapchats
Like he's allowed his phone
Me-me I'm in trap and studio
Bae telling me I should make more time
Just got a call for a 2' and a daughter
Now I'm at the stove tryna make more light
I swear it must hurt, when you write your 6 in the crud
Knowing that you can't account
I swear dem' man dere' foul
Think they need words of Jeremy Cowl
Big wap in the Louie man-bag
Man walk with things in style
Patterned jail, made a killing off flake
Now the baffled asking "How!?"
I'm a different 'kettle of fish'
You got a different 'kettle of tits'
You should shoot, shut-up and be quite
You ah-you ah different kweng, you snitch
I put different levers on sticks
Tryna leave dem man banana's all split
Ask the plug, "Are you sure it's da same one?"
I caught a difference, man, off dis' brick
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