Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yuh
And I told these **** once
Trapnanana, whoa, yeah
Lil ass girls, why these **** run they mouth
Yeah, yeah
Trapnanana, Luciano
Runnin' 'round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent, ay
[Verse 2]
Man, I told these **** once
I ain't gon' tell they ass again
How the fuck these **** know that I grabbed that pack from him?
'Cause these **** run they mouth
Like some lil ass girls
**** know I'm getting money
And they know this shit our world
Diamonds on you, they not hitting
My shooter, he's shooting precision
She hearin' me, gave it a listen
I'm ducking one time in the trenches
He hit and I'm tryna uplift him
In the field, I play every position
He don't want no beef, he be tippin'
I'm walking with two 30's, that's why I'm limpin'
[Verse 3]
That's why I'm trippin'
I grabbed me the packs and I flipped them
I caught your big homie then dipped him
We got guns and we got ammunition
Taliban, I got the vision
I fucked around, made my decision
**** gotta come up missing
I called up my young'n he hit it
Foreign car parked in the parkway, like fuck it
I wanna fuck like Doug and McLovin
I'm on the hi-tech, you know I love it
I'm on the block I don't hang with no busters
Lame ass **** say this shit be bussin'
Finesse these **** like they're from out the country
Mob ties ****, I ain't going like Sonny
Run this shit up, need the money
[Verse 4]
I told these **** once
I ain't gon' tell they ass again
How the fuck these **** know that I grabbed that pack from him?
'Cause these **** run they mouth
Like some lil ass girls
**** know I'm getting money
And they know this shit our world
Diamonds on you, they not hitting
My shooter, he's shooting precision
She hearin' me, gave it a listen
I'm ducking one time in the trenches
He hit and I'm tryna uplift him
In the field, I play every position
He don't want no beef, he be tippin'
I'm walking with two 30's, that's why I'm limpin'
[Verse 5]
I came in the game by myself
****, they needed some help
Summer school, I had a Glock on me when I had to goto Phelps
These **** playing with death
Fucking with me? Boy that's bad for your health
Playing with the water like Michael Phelps
Better play your cards right 'cause that shit already dealt
Bro in the trap and he whippin' up Old Bay
I'ma shooter, I can show you how to bake a cake
Hood on my head like the KKK
Told granny she can get the dope, it's on layaway
First of the month, that pay day
Free Joe Bean and Sae Sae
Free D-Money like yesterday
I jugged him for one time yesterday
[Verse 6]
I told these **** once
I ain't gon' tell they ass again
How the fuck these **** know that I grabbed that pack from him?
'Cause these **** run they mouth
Like some lil ass girls
**** know I'm getting money
And they know this shit our world
Diamonds on you, they not hitting
My shooter, he's shooting precision
She hearin' me, gave it a listen
I'm ducking one time in the trenches
He hit and I'm tryna uplift him
In the field, I play every position
He don't want no beef, he be tippin'
I'm walking with two 30's, that's why I'm limpin'
Written by: Guy Clark
