Project X10

Lyrics

[Intro] Gotcha [Verse 1] I made fifteen stacks off lean in six months, off a draw, what you reckon? (what you reckon?) And them man say, "Trap's worth two in a Q", I spent fifty of them on my pendant (Racks) Fifty racks on exclusive Jordans and I don't wear none of them, just to mention (Nah) Another fifty bands on a watch from doin' up lines like a school detention (Trap, Trap) In school didn't pay much attention, told them, ''Watch when I leave this place'' Pattern down man in the hallways, you ain't got P's, I'ma give that blazer a shake On the roads, it's the same if i'm packin' your clothes, I ain't runnin' that back like Ace (Stain that) Act up, get nanked, I don't play none of that, hit the trap, put food on weights (Yes) Dodgеd me at eighteen when I bust casе Pretty cool, but I can't lie, my heart did race Thought it was dope that a man just taste But you take what you use so they all don't play (No cap) Kidnap, plus five extra charges You ever seen a witness statement booklet Took a trial and bussed that naturally Had the whole hood thinkin' man jujed it (Gassed) [Chorus] Get me a pack, run through it (Sell it) Get a new mash, dumpin' it (Bap) She wanna bang, lovin' it (Slop it) But I wanna trap, I'm runnin' it Up Back then I was bruck, all I knew was takin' hope and luck Now I got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (No sweat) [Verse 2] My bro got nineteen for a M I just spent nineteen bills on a skeng My nigga got a G19, .9mm, filled with men (Bap, bap) I got points on attack and defend I went 'round there when they slipped on the ends Done it on a S3, done it in a Benz At seventeen on a fifty's 'ped Wish I was kickin' ball for real I didn't make it, I'm still in the field Roads step over I do it with skill Certain mans points on nil (Zero) Straight facts-straight facts on the rap, it's trill Certain man rap straight cap, just chill Fans want tunes, think a man wants deals I need more plugs and grub, be real I need my gloves when I put on this steel I ain't tryna end up like broski (Free ****) All of my fits are O, no stylist, this striper, I take home G (Yes) She said that I'm sexy, but her masked up, she a groupie You don't even know me (How?) Still hittin' fast shots and I don't even try Tell a crypto, sell it through posty (Gassed it) [Chorus] Get me a pack, run through it (Sell it) Get a new mash, dumpin' it (Bap) She wanna bang, lovin' it (Slop it) But I wanna trap, I'm runnin' it Up Back then I was bruck, all I knew was takin' hope and luck Now I got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (No sweat) Get me a pack, run through it (Sell it) Get a new mash, dumpin' it (Bap) She wanna bang, lovin' it (Slop it) But I wanna trap, I'm runnin' it Up Back then I was bruck, all I knew was takin' hope and luck Now I got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (No sweat)