Trappin’ Off the Phone Z Money

[Intro]
Yeah
Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn
Z Money, Chiraq Mogul
Bitch, this no Suzuki, yeah
Know how you comin’, nigga, yeah
1-0-1-7

[Chorus]
Bitch, this no Suzuki, this a motherfuckin’ Harley
Fresh as fuck on my side lookin’ like they wanna rob me
F&N so big, I hardly took it, they can’t rob me
Anyway, big Camaro bustin’, this the [?] me
2012, I was cookin’ up with my Ashanti
Sellin’ dope for real, put Ashanti to the luncheon
Trappin’ off my phone, servin’ junkies at the luncheon
Trappin’ off my phone, servin’ junkies at the luncheon

[Verse 1]
Better have that COD, no, we not with the frontin’
Hop up out the vert, I bought this vert off servin’ aunties
12 hundred for my shirt, I one time wear it, I don’t want it
Sell it to [?], my diamonds hittin’ like it is sunny
Better not start trippin’ in this bitch, I got my gun here
Put ten thousand dollars on your head, now you a target
Don’t be lackin’, don’t get killed out here tryna get your car fixed
Dealin’ herron, can’t stop [?], so fresh, I had to log it
Beat a brick, get down, want the [?] and then rerock it
Switchin’ up my style, I’m performin’, I need to stop it
Nowadays, I’m stylin’ and all of my diamonds rocky
I hope that nigga got life insurance, I know who shot him