Up & Down

Gucci line and pana match my kick She got those big ol' tits that match her hip And my niggas better ride, you get pitched She want love when Pressa need a brick He tried to slide, unfortunate his hammer glitched I'm making all this money now I feel like Mitch I couldn't care about a nigga or a bitch I couldn't leave the trap I'd miss a whole lotta nips And all features I'mma buy dat my wrist Ordinary block boy just a little bit from rich Put that thirty in the glock, now we walking with a stick And trap house it got bad, boss Pressa he get bit Feels good I don't gotta see my lawyer Still with the shits you know I'm still tryna avoid her I know they mad cause a nigga crossed the border He been sitting on that pack, called that kid a little horder He called me a drug dealer, call me Richie Porter Shooting no forward, ball like Jalen Poyser Trap house boring but we still placing orders Quarter-brick, half a brick feel like a OG (aye, aye) Trapping my genetics Them trips, I won't regret it Real grains, no pellet Free my fellow felons Droptop on Sunset, lil bitch can't get in Even niggas upset, Valentino stepping Got two in my cup, with two grams in my blunt Dare a nigga try some Hot shit make him run They ain't even up Move like they be up I can't trust a bitch Or can't trust a slut She up on the kid She can't get enough Like glue, move it stuck Got wassas in the cut You say money don't buy love Shoutout the plug, still give me one Don't feel like you put me on Still got it on my own My opps ain't a problem My shooters on parole My niggas in jail cells Bad bitches answer phones That nigga on fire like stop, drop, and roll You want a boatload but can't even drive a boat Remind me redfox, put em on the redbox Niggas pulled up on me, almost shot me by the greenbox We was talking trapping, turn down when the stove hot They was talking sit down and sit down like my grandpa Sit down like my lola Best again get some lola And I'm Filipino but I ain't goin back home (yuh) Shooters they gon on ya Shooters they all on ya And my grandma said don't trust niggas they go code red I'm that nigga they wanna know Trap house with double phones Used to get it in by the low Bricks are high in the low If you really know what I mean Trap house running like Krispy Kreme I'm a vampire need to feed He gon vomit when you breathe The opps they gon bleed and just bleed Headshot on the scene Yeah, he miskeen Yeah my warayahs on debris