[Chorus]
I used to, uh
I used to
I used to walk inside the traphouse and drop a bag off (Bag off)
And now I just hop on the stage and jump 'til I pass out (Pass out)
And now I just go get a bad bitch and fuck 'til I pass out (I pass out)
If I want to build a perfect bitch, buy some titties and ass for her (Ass for her)
(I used to) And a young nigga made it so far (I used to)
I still keep my Glock in the car
I knew how far I'd make it
And if the police ever pull me over, nigga, I don't think that they would make it
[Verse 1]
I gotta keep going, them diamonds gon' talk for me and the lil' charts gon' get beat up
I used to get pulled over with so much hot shit up on me, hope the police don't see nothing
I told myself when I move inside that basement I'm gon' make a hundred bands inside that bitch
It ain't even take me a calendar year, I was there for eight months and guess what I did
You know I'm the muh'fucking prophet, boy
You know that they listen to everything
2009, he number one, but in they eyes I'm the right way
I hope that Thugger and Gunna get out of prison, know we learn it's the slime way
You know I been high smashing down I-5, 2009, not highway
[Chorus]
I used to, uh
I used to
I used to walk inside the traphouse and drop a bag off (Bag off)
And now I just hop on the stage and jump 'til I pass out (Pass out)
And now I just go get a bad bitch and fuck 'til I pass out (I pass out)
If I want to build a perfect bitch, buy some titties and ass for her (Ass for her)
(I used to) And a young nigga made it so far (I used to)
I still keep my Glock in the car
I knew how far I'd make it
And if the police ever pull me over, nigga, I don't think that they would make it
I used to, uh
I used to
I used to walk inside the traphouse and drop a bag off (Bag off)
And now I just hop on the stage and jump 'til I pass out (Pass out)
And now I just go get a bad bitch and fuck 'til I pass out (I pass out)
If I want to build a perfect bitch, buy some titties and ass for her (Ass for her)
(I used to) And a young nigga made it so far (I used to)
I still keep my Glock in the car
I knew how far I'd make it
And if the police ever pull me over, nigga, I don't think that they would make it
[Verse 1]
I gotta keep going, them diamonds gon' talk for me and the lil' charts gon' get beat up
I used to get pulled over with so much hot shit up on me, hope the police don't see nothing
I told myself when I move inside that basement I'm gon' make a hundred bands inside that bitch
It ain't even take me a calendar year, I was there for eight months and guess what I did
You know I'm the muh'fucking prophet, boy
You know that they listen to everything
2009, he number one, but in they eyes I'm the right way
I hope that Thugger and Gunna get out of prison, know we learn it's the slime way
You know I been high smashing down I-5, 2009, not highway
[Chorus]
I used to, uh
I used to
I used to walk inside the traphouse and drop a bag off (Bag off)
And now I just hop on the stage and jump 'til I pass out (Pass out)
And now I just go get a bad bitch and fuck 'til I pass out (I pass out)
If I want to build a perfect bitch, buy some titties and ass for her (Ass for her)
(I used to) And a young nigga made it so far (I used to)
I still keep my Glock in the car
I knew how far I'd make it
And if the police ever pull me over, nigga, I don't think that they would make it
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