This shit— I'm feeling through this shit out
You know, I'm feeling through this shit out
This some real art right here
You feel me, this that long time only
(We trappin', for sure)
You feel me, you feel me, nigga
Like, my cousin thirteen, you feel me
You know what I'm sayin', shit I don't know
I'm shining like a boss, you heard me
(Pull up white 'Rari, I'm slammin' my doors)
We trappin', for sure (We trappin', for sure)
Pull up white 'Rari, I'm slammin' my doors (I'm slammin' my doors)
Shorty sixteen and she slangin' Yayo (Slangin' Yayo)
My cousin thirteen and he choppin' the crack (Choppin the crack)
Countin' these racks, I don't know how to act, yeah
My momma said, "Black Kray, you need to fall back"
But momma I'm young and I'm shinin', for sure (I'm shinin', for sure)
All of my friends thuggin' on the dirt road (On the dirt road)
Prada bags burberry, shorty want more (Shorty want more)
I just got money, wan' go to the mall (Wan' go to the mall)
Coppin' the mid pack, young nigga gon' smoke (Young nigga gon' smoke)
My girlfriends done left me, all of them was hoes
So fuck it, I find him ridin' up with the Chrome
Slidin' I'm pullin' up blastin' the chrome (Blastin' the Chrome)
Niggas they bitchin' by me like my hoes (By me like my hoes)
So fuck all my niggas if I did them like a hoe
