[Intro: 10cellphones]
I don't wanna trap no more
Goddamn
They kicked down the bando door

[Chorus: 10cellphones]
I don't wanna trap no more
Fuck 12, they kicked down the bando door (Bando door)
Bands, demand some more
Shawty got a handout but it ain't no more (Ain't no more)
40 on my hip when I'm coming outside
I don't wanna lack no more (Lack no more)
I don't wanna lie no more
Lil' bro got a stick, he don't scrap no more (Goddamn)
I know why she choosing
I'm a rich nigga and my life like a movie
I am the one that's gon' make yo' bitch pop but I'm not Lil Uzi
I walk with a toolie
FN red beam like Ruger
Catch me in L.A. with yo' ho in Jacuzzi
Lil' bro big mad 'cause that ho know I'm groovy

[Verse: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Catch me in L.A. and I'm fucking yo' boo
Get in my way and I prolly'll shoot
I be havin' my way, I'm swapping the coupe
Been on the block, ain't nun' new
How this Glock change my mood, yeah
I was so sick with the pressure (Sick with the pressure)
I hit the ghetto, applying the pressure (Applying the pressure)
Came out the ghetto but only for breakfast
I pour it straight, no I don't even measure
Fuck that bitch once, now she think we together
These bitches fucking, you knowing no better
If I get locked then I send you a letter
This one a hit, so I gotta do better
These niggas snake, they'll bite if you let 'em
Came up with motion, they gave me a challenge
Come to my place, you get ate with a [?]
I popped the Perc' and I think I feel fine
I'm living legal, I came from the crime
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