(Take off)
Whole pound of weed I smoked em
Runnin' through bags in the trap house posted
Them niggas ain't having no motion
Probably why I got his b*tch on me like lotion
Them n*ggas ain't having no racks
Pull up in some with the motor in the back
So that mean the trunk in the front
Roll a backwood four grams in a blunt
Plug dropping off five hundred a month
Run through that sh*t you can buy what you want
Ran through that sh*t then I f*cked up the check
Shout out to Wafi he f*cked up my neck
Cuban link flooded out with the baguettes
(Aye, hold up)
I get that dope and I break that sh*t down
I got exotic I flooded the town
You stay with your man you gone smoke out the ounce
You f*ck with a boss you gone smoke out the pound
It be the ass for me
That's why I keep hitting that h*e from the back
She shaking it fast for me
I beat up that p*ssy and pull out her tracks
She f*ck on a boss and you know that she gone
Gave her the d*ck she won't leave me alone
Shawty keep texting and calling my phone
I don't play with no kids b*tch act like you grown
Put her on block and went back to the block
Walk in my trap I got gas on the clock
This sh*t here gone sell if you like it or not
(Aye, hold up)
Whole pound of weed I smoked em
Runnin' through bags in the trap house posted
Them niggas ain't having no motion
Probably why I got his b*tch on me like lotion
Them n*ggas ain't having no racks
Pull up in some with the motor in the back
So that mean the trunk in the front
(Yeah, hold up)
Damn, pull up in some with the motor in the back
Pull up in some with the motor in the back
So that mean the trunk in the front
Yeah, backwood smoking four grams in a blunt
I got your b*tch and I buy what she want
I got your b*tch and I buy what she want