Lyrics

[Verse 1] In the hood I rate nobody Listening to Teflon with the TEC in the lobby MAC and a shotty You don't want beef, you don't want beef I'll shoot the Italian .9 at your dargs, capisce? Chop down the box all down to Z's Nigga talk greaze, he can sleep with the dead Free my nigga Tiny Boost, he's sitting riding ten While you was doing coursework with books and some pens I was tryna get it, mouth full of pebs Diamond baguettes, niggas dying over it All I know is cash money, guns and some skets I'm heading up to OT James got a MAC so I'm heading up to Stoke Heath I can shove ten fucking G's in my Stoney Rolling round with Lee Lee Bad gyal like RiRi Shades on like Stevie You pussies can't see me [Hook] My niggas ride, yeah we rape the white You don't want beef, we ain't that pussy type Catch me with a spice at the traffic light The way for us man that live that trapping life Trapping life, trapping life, trapping life All my bitches mean business and I'm wrapping white [Verse 2] Counting up money to me is never boring I be out there while you niggas snoring My white chick, she can't get enough of snorting The best of the best champagne I'm pouring I'm rolling round with Stardog or white I'm tryna stack ten every fortnight These niggas lie, they ain't ever sold white These niggas lie, they ain't ever sold white I had my chef cooking like Geoffrey Thirty bags cash, all tax-free Tell my niggas "trap till that paper's long" And if it's beef I'll shoot with full laser on My bro AP, he's a trapaholic He only speaks Trapanese, he don't understand your language If it don't involve money, don't involve me akh .45 exercising like aerobics akh [Hook] My niggas ride, yeah we rape the white You don't want beef, we ain't that pussy type Catch me with a spice at the traffic light The way for us man that live that trapping life Trapping life, trapping life, trapping life All my bitches mean business and I'm wrapping white