Halftime

Lyrics

I'm just smokin' out the bag I hit the zaza I'm so gassed Fuck nigga try sum up that fllat Top shotta' flexin' that why that they mad I got that exotic chop a g you get whacked Pull out the stick and pop them boys like a nap Get out of the trap but still gon ride wit the trap (sike) I ain't ever leave bitch I brought what you need I was just servin' that halftime, nigga yea halftime trap hall of fame Drew Brees I was just toting on two Cs, top shotta' went to the bullets hadda go 23 Come through yo' shi' we ain' [?], [askin'?] for 8ths lil nigga go get you a P Top Shotta ride round with that thrax 45 fye' him down hit his back That fuck boy slide lay em' on his back Runned off on a line nigga I ain't shaq Can't hide we find nigga where you at Takе a look at my stick from the back Nigga look behind switchy is attached Littlе nigga try to side his ass get bath Ridin' 'round know I'm strapped Know I'm outside nigga wit' sum' racks Tryn' push up fye shit where you at My lil hoe fine shit let me smack Know what I ride with boy get back I'm too high boy I'm off the thrax I'm in the sky shit hit like crack