[Intro: Pros AP]
(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)
Gang (Nigga, huh?)
Island (Island Boys)
Island Boys (Island Boys, Island Boys)
Ayy
[Chorus: Pros AP]
He don't I'm finna— (Nigga, what?), alright
He don't I'm finna up it 'til he comin' out his kit
You ain't gangster, you let a nigga take you out your wrist
Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
Nigga, I got— alright
Nigga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)
In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
Spinnin' tracks on they block, spin again and again
[Verse 1: Pros AP]
Spin again and again 'til you hit a nigga top, ayy
I'm on the 8 tryna spin through the 5, ayy
Just fucked an opp ho and made her pick a side
The ho fucked me 'cause she thought a nigga signed
I got twenty on me, let a nigga play, I'm puttin' fully on him
Off one, pull this bitch and squeeze and shoot twenty-somethin'
Forty 'bows just touched, another twenty comin'
Fresh as fuck in a foreign, look like homecomin'
Ayy, niggas blackballin', bitch, I'm trap hoggin'
My niggas came Scat, my other nigga Trackhawkin'
Fah-fah-fah, E hoppin' out often
Another pack got me coughin'
Nigga, I can't stop trappin', boy, this shit a habit
Fiends knockin' at the door, I told lil' bro he can have 'em
Ayy, I ain't gotta write no more
P froze, he ain't gotta rock his ice no more
(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)
Gang (Nigga, huh?)
Island (Island Boys)
Island Boys (Island Boys, Island Boys)
Ayy
[Chorus: Pros AP]
He don't I'm finna— (Nigga, what?), alright
He don't I'm finna up it 'til he comin' out his kit
You ain't gangster, you let a nigga take you out your wrist
Get your rank up, hop in that strike and take a hit
Nigga, I got— alright
Nigga, I got motion, can't you tell by the pants? (Mike Amiri)
In the kitchen spinnin' tracks, watch the fiends do they dance
Spinnin' tracks on they block, spin again and again
[Verse 1: Pros AP]
Spin again and again 'til you hit a nigga top, ayy
I'm on the 8 tryna spin through the 5, ayy
Just fucked an opp ho and made her pick a side
The ho fucked me 'cause she thought a nigga signed
I got twenty on me, let a nigga play, I'm puttin' fully on him
Off one, pull this bitch and squeeze and shoot twenty-somethin'
Forty 'bows just touched, another twenty comin'
Fresh as fuck in a foreign, look like homecomin'
Ayy, niggas blackballin', bitch, I'm trap hoggin'
My niggas came Scat, my other nigga Trackhawkin'
Fah-fah-fah, E hoppin' out often
Another pack got me coughin'
Nigga, I can't stop trappin', boy, this shit a habit
Fiends knockin' at the door, I told lil' bro he can have 'em
Ayy, I ain't gotta write no more
P froze, he ain't gotta rock his ice no more
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