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[Intro: Pop Smoke] (Traphouse Mob) Woo Woo, woo, woo (Grrt) (Swirv) Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind Grrt Baow, woo [Chorus: Pop Smoke] I don't got time for no minimum wage (Uh) It's fifty K to go on stage (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Woo, woo, woo I don't got time for no minimum wage It's fifty K to go on stage Woo, woo, woo [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Look, I pop a perc' for dinner (Woo) Sinner, winner Pop Smoke drillin' I'll do a drill in the Wraith I'll go jump you with the apes He gon' send shots where you lay [Verse 2: Trap Manny] And I'ma pull up with the K (Brrt) HK, SK (Woah) Trap Manny let it spray I'm tryna put 'em in the grave (Sheesh) Can't be workin' no minimum wage (Nah) Bitch, Trap Manny is my name [Verse 3: Pop Smoke] It's gon' be a man down and that's on the set (Woo) Glock 9, infrared (Woo, woo) You better run when you see Dread (Woo) 'Cause boy aimin' for your head Know that we puttin' in pain Aimin' for your (Baow) Boy, aimin' for your brain (Brrt) [Verse 4: Trap Manny] Know we do it for the gang (Woo) HB, Flossy (Woo) Catch a opp, do him like Cain (Brrt) And I still got the Perc' for the yaks Opps still runnin', like Ricky, ain't catch 'em yet From the BK, back to the BX Disrespect my nigga Pop Smoke, get a hole in your chest (Yeah) [Verse 5: Pop Smoke & Trap Manny] And I'm opposition K (Sheesh) EBK, EBK Fry that nigga, fish fillet I'm known for puttin' in pain And spinnin' in the Wraith (Uh) While I'm chillin' with your bae (Yeah) [Verse 6: Trap Manny] You wifin' a thot and I'm fuckin' her face 'Member west state, grizzin', I was up-state I was spinnin' the yard, always kept a blade Nigga try me, he goin' end up running from pain I scammed you for nothing, still play in them banks (Ha-ha) Trappin', scammin' Bitch, it's Pop Smoke, Trap Manny That big .38 on me ain't jammin' [Verse 7: Pop Smoke & Trap Manny] If you ain't jacking Woo, then get out the way If you ain't jacking HB, get out the way If you ain't jacking Pop, then get out the way If you ain't jacking Trap, then get out the way Hit that boy up, then fly to LA Woo, ayy, ayy Know that we duckin' the jakes (Yeah) [Verse 8: Trap Manny] And if you try to hide, we'll find where you stay (Woo) Waitin' for you (Sheesh) Pop out and get popped in the face Pop will pull up .22, I tote big .38s (Yeah) Aimin', blowin' (Yeah) Six shots, it disfigured his face (Sheesh) We goin' have his homies put his face on a chain (Yeah) Bullets rainin', it's stormin' (Woo) Chopper sound like thunder when it sprays Lot of niggas tellin', gotta watch what I say Huh, Raf Simmons, transformin', yeah (Sheesh) I'ma hit 'em up and then gon' fly to LA (Baow)