Trapstar Lifestyle* WokEmDown

[Intro]
Yeah, what's good, uh
Let's get it, uh, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, uh
Book a flight wit my bitch to bar-, uh
Book a flight wit my bitch to Barbedos, yeah

[Chorus]
We be totin' them choppas and dracos, (Brrt)
Book a flight wit my bitch to Barbedos, (Yeah, uh)
I be slangin' wit felons and narcos, (Whoa)
I be yankin' they neck up like Tadoe, (Grrt, grrt)
Sippin' lean, yeah, that's R.I.P. Fredo, (New chain)
We be movin' them bricks, like cargo, (Lean, slatt)
I done bought up a Rollie, it's two-tone, (Bought up a Rollie)
And the diamonds incrested wit Rhinestones

[Verse]
And I'm fuckin' that bitch inna back
And I'm hittin' this bitch wit a strap
And I'm hittin' that bitch wit a blatt
If you talk, you get hit in yo back
If you talk, you get hit outcho pack
If you talk, you get hit wit the racks
If you talk, you get hit wit the stacks
If you talk, you get hit wit a sack
If you walk in, get hit wit a rack
If you walk in, you hit wit the track
Yeah, I walk in this bih wit a Blicky
New clip on my shit, you get hit wit the Glizzy
You get hit wit that bitch, so I hit like a Blizzy
Boy, yo shit lookin' Reggie, my shit lookin' sticky
And you payin' a hundred for shit I sell fifty
But that choppa gon' hitchu in ear jus like Mickey
You talk shit, but I came in this bitch wit a Glizzy