Rappers
Fuck it man, we robbing all these rappers
Trappers, come and tap in if you a trapper
All these cards on the table, I already cracked them
And they turned me up, but a young nigga a younging
Savage, we in the streets done turned a nigga savage
Ratchet
Grew up blowing, toting all these ratchets
In the basement shooting dice
I'm tryna get some trap in
And I'm dreaming bout that life
'Cause I ain't never had it
I say it like I'm 21, and I ain't fucking savage
Might pull up on a opp and up the blick
And let him have it
All my niggas with me, you know
They been copping stylist, designer
For the low, so hit me up
Cause I ain't taxing
Yo brody making music
Sitting back, and he be capping
I came up off the pole and did it once
It got me trapping
And bitches want to fuck with me
'Cause they see I got racks
But when I didn't have nothing
They wouldn't even try to chat
Go Get that shit in blood
Matter fact I might say fuck
I just had to wake it up
Him, Big Jim and frankly, Trunks
It got corner pole
He seen the dust and we ain't giving up
I got the lean and it's inside my cup
Big dawg I ain't no pup
(Aye)
Rappers
Fuck it man, we robbing all these rappers
Trappers, come and tap in if you a trapper
All these cards on the table, I already cracked them
And they turned me up, but a young nigga a younging
Savage, we in the streets done turned a nigga savage
Ratchet
Grew up blowing, toting all these ratchets
In the basement shooting dice
I'm tryna get some trap in
And I'm dreaming bout that life
'Cause I ain't never had it
Tried to take the Jay-z route, but I'm more like Eazy
And they call me Cray, now they call me Cray-Beezy
Why, we got minivans
Why, I got many bands
Why, I got many grams
Come and spend yo fucking bands
(Let's go)
You a shopper, tap in come and shop with me
Screaming fuck yo old plug, he can't fuck with me
Screaming fuck yo old nigga, they can't fuck with us
All these hammers on us
We can't keep these hammers tucked
Bow, bow, bow caught a opp on the backstreet
I'ma rock band with my boys on the backstreet
Mudded in the backseat, wyd sleep
Hell nah, I be riding with that choppa on the seat
Rappers
Fuck it man, we robbing all these rappers
Trappers, come and tap in if you a trapper
All these cards on the table, I already cracked them
And they turned me up, but a young nigga a younging
Savage, we in the streets done turned a nigga savage
Ratchet
Grew up blowing, toting all these ratchets
In the basement shooting dice
I'm tryna get some trap in
And I'm dreaming bout that life
'Cause I ain't never had it