[Intro]
You have a prepaid call from Tory
An incarcerated individual at the California Correctional Institution
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[Verse 1]
They gave Speedy twenty years, been tryna get him out since
I be rollin' with some shottas, tryna dip 'em out the whip
When we get to bendin' corners, niggas spin around that bitch
All my dogs rich, took a lot to get 'em out the sticks
Had this one bitch fuckin' up my trap house
Do her like her stepmama and send her to her dad house
I even had to snake a couple niggas, but my plan was to get rich
Shootouts gave me PTSD, that's thе damage that it did
I'm talkin' hammers at the crib
I'm talkin' hammеrs at my grandma's house
She in the kitchen, cookin' finer hammers in the counters
Real stepper, they can't stand us, when we pull up, they can't manage
We be duckin' paparazzi and all the cameras
Yeah, I'm talkin' hoppin' out of cars that don't come out 'til next year
That Pagani so fast, it shouldn't be another gear
We just trappers of the year and we gon' need another cheer
Range peach, color pear
Seein' peace, gotta steer
And I think she like the Audemars on me
Chains dancin', got A Boogie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah on me
When she pull up like the plug, she gon' drop it all for me
It's only scary hours, when she pull up, be like, "Ooh"
You have a prepaid call from Tory
An incarcerated individual at the California Correctional Institution
Thank you for using Global Tel Link
[Verse 1]
They gave Speedy twenty years, been tryna get him out since
I be rollin' with some shottas, tryna dip 'em out the whip
When we get to bendin' corners, niggas spin around that bitch
All my dogs rich, took a lot to get 'em out the sticks
Had this one bitch fuckin' up my trap house
Do her like her stepmama and send her to her dad house
I even had to snake a couple niggas, but my plan was to get rich
Shootouts gave me PTSD, that's thе damage that it did
I'm talkin' hammers at the crib
I'm talkin' hammеrs at my grandma's house
She in the kitchen, cookin' finer hammers in the counters
Real stepper, they can't stand us, when we pull up, they can't manage
We be duckin' paparazzi and all the cameras
Yeah, I'm talkin' hoppin' out of cars that don't come out 'til next year
That Pagani so fast, it shouldn't be another gear
We just trappers of the year and we gon' need another cheer
Range peach, color pear
Seein' peace, gotta steer
And I think she like the Audemars on me
Chains dancin', got A Boogie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah on me
When she pull up like the plug, she gon' drop it all for me
It's only scary hours, when she pull up, be like, "Ooh"
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