[Intro]
(Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)
(Lucci, how you feel?)
Drank God (Big money)
Phew (Yeah)
[Verse]
Throw the money up until the club empty (Huh)
Pill poppin' nigga, keep my gun with me, yeah (Baow, baow, baow)
Movin' with them steppers, got my hood with me, huh (I got my hood with me)
Finna slide at Ace of Spade and leave a dub in it, nigga (Dub, nigga)
Just hit another lick, we took the plug work (Pussy)
Mix the Wocky with a Fiji, bitch, I love syrup, ooh (Skrrt)
Ran 'em out the booth, they in the club hurt (Ha)
Got eighty thousand in my pocket, it's off good work, nigga (Big money)
Put sixes on my Rolls, I'm finna park the Phantom (Forgis)
Thirty round stuffed in that Glock, it's black as amaretto, yeah (Bah, bah)
Lil' brodie pressin' bricks, yeah, this the art of trappin' (For real)
Do a hundrеd in that 'Rari, speed through all the traffic, nigga (Skrrt)
(Iced Up Records)
Hmm, bitch, yеah, I'm a real robber
Take his jewelry off, a rich nigga, but I'm still slimy
Got a homie that's some millions up and he a real slider (No cap)
I don't give a fuck about no rappers, bitch, we real grimy
And don't play me like no ho, I put that on my kids (Gang)
I only wear these big-ass pants so they can hold my bands, nigga
Left out Gallery, we spent 'bout forty bands (We up)
Ain't been to Hutch in like two weeks and I'm three-forty in, yeah (Racks)
Pour the keke up, I need another cup (Huh)
The only time you double up is with your double cups, pussy (Huh)
Quarterback that play, tell gang 'nem, "Huddle up" (Come here)
I only signed another deal so I could bubble up, for real (Hmm)
Bitch, I'm really gang, I got a membership (Drank God)
Huh, you don't live your raps, boy, I can hear that shit (Cap)
Got a big-ass house, it got a— mmm
Yeah, got a big-ass house, look like a dealership, nigga (Look like a dealership)
Yeah, step on shit, love to flex and shit, bitch, we pressin' shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dope house, it gotta hella work, look like a second shift (Work)
Ghetto bitch, told her, "Fetch the dick," she gotta catch the shit
Put a big old bag on them boys, get your stepper hit
(Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)
(Lucci, how you feel?)
Drank God (Big money)
Phew (Yeah)
[Verse]
Throw the money up until the club empty (Huh)
Pill poppin' nigga, keep my gun with me, yeah (Baow, baow, baow)
Movin' with them steppers, got my hood with me, huh (I got my hood with me)
Finna slide at Ace of Spade and leave a dub in it, nigga (Dub, nigga)
Just hit another lick, we took the plug work (Pussy)
Mix the Wocky with a Fiji, bitch, I love syrup, ooh (Skrrt)
Ran 'em out the booth, they in the club hurt (Ha)
Got eighty thousand in my pocket, it's off good work, nigga (Big money)
Put sixes on my Rolls, I'm finna park the Phantom (Forgis)
Thirty round stuffed in that Glock, it's black as amaretto, yeah (Bah, bah)
Lil' brodie pressin' bricks, yeah, this the art of trappin' (For real)
Do a hundrеd in that 'Rari, speed through all the traffic, nigga (Skrrt)
(Iced Up Records)
Hmm, bitch, yеah, I'm a real robber
Take his jewelry off, a rich nigga, but I'm still slimy
Got a homie that's some millions up and he a real slider (No cap)
I don't give a fuck about no rappers, bitch, we real grimy
And don't play me like no ho, I put that on my kids (Gang)
I only wear these big-ass pants so they can hold my bands, nigga
Left out Gallery, we spent 'bout forty bands (We up)
Ain't been to Hutch in like two weeks and I'm three-forty in, yeah (Racks)
Pour the keke up, I need another cup (Huh)
The only time you double up is with your double cups, pussy (Huh)
Quarterback that play, tell gang 'nem, "Huddle up" (Come here)
I only signed another deal so I could bubble up, for real (Hmm)
Bitch, I'm really gang, I got a membership (Drank God)
Huh, you don't live your raps, boy, I can hear that shit (Cap)
Got a big-ass house, it got a— mmm
Yeah, got a big-ass house, look like a dealership, nigga (Look like a dealership)
Yeah, step on shit, love to flex and shit, bitch, we pressin' shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dope house, it gotta hella work, look like a second shift (Work)
Ghetto bitch, told her, "Fetch the dick," she gotta catch the shit
Put a big old bag on them boys, get your stepper hit
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