Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bad bitches gon' strip, dope boys gon' trap to this
Keep an eye out, don't lack to this
Somebody might get slapped to this
They know the real, free the dogs and the demons
Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland
[Verse 2]
Top Goons, they my road dawgs
My young boys, make the place hot
Never worried about rat ****
Hug a prezidenteeh, face shot
She makin' bands on the long pole
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
She up, she Griselda Blanco
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
[Verse 3]
Real **** never change up
'Bout to fuck the rap game up
Nicky Barnes ass ****
**** is trappin' and rattin' and fuckin' the game up
She won't work on her reds, tell the dumb bitch, shut up
I'm Lester Lloyd with the coke
I'm jugging, I think that I'm dud-us
[Verse 4]
Ten bid on the greyhound, when I was going to the falls
Started off with my more real ****
We was answerin' the calls, calls, calls
I link Two for the hiyhee
Opp bitches tryna line me
So many **** tryna fly me
[Verse 5]
Whoa, whoa, I had a dream of a boatload
Fuck it, call me El Pengo
Trap, trap like a narco
Free all the dogs and the demons
On range with the orange on
CLE like Lebanon
Fuck that, call it Le-itman
[Verse 6]
Bad bitches gon' strip, dope boys gon' trap to this
Keep an eye out, don't lack to this
Somebody might get slapped to this
They know the real, free the dogs and the demons
Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland
[Verse 7]
Top Goons, they my road dawgs
My young boys, make the place hot
Never worried about rat ****
Hug a prezidenteeh, face shot
She makin' bands on the long pole
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
She up, she Griselda Blanco
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
[Verse 8]
CLE not Cleveland
Free the dogs and the demons
Forty, leave him with Jesus
Fly a **** no G6
Whoa, whoa, told shorty break a pack down
Eight runners in my trap-house
Ask Pengz, I'm the man now
Whippin' work like it's Tango
Fif grains like a mango
Fuck around get your man smoked
Bitch, I'm pullin' strings like a banjo
[Verse 9]
Started off with a Cuban
Takin' change in the bando
David Blaine made a pack go
Now my pockets lookin' like Fat Joe
Hatin' on me, that's your fault
You was answerin' no calls
No out calls made the telly boom
She made ten bands out the telly room
Room, room
I don't fuck with no shelly no goons
Baby, nine got a kick
Guaranteed to make your belly move
[Verse 10]
Bad bitches gon' strip, dope boys gon' trap to this
Keep an eye out, don't lack to this
Somebody might get slapped to this
They know the real, free the dogs and the demons
Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland
[Verse 11]
Top Goons, they my road dawgs
My young boys, make the place hot
Never worried about rat ****
Hug a prezidenteeh, face shot
She makin' bands on the long pole
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
She up, she Griselda Blanco
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
Written by: Pengz, TWOTWO