FYTB

(Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', ****, ayy)

Yeah, I came in the game flexin', I was born to ball, yeah (Flexin')

With a big bag, a **** fly like Santa Claus (Bag)

Man, these **** rappin', cappin', actin' like they got it all (Cap)

But they don't, dawg, man, these **** fraud, uh

Glizock, he for real, he the real deal, y'all (Yeah)

Yeah, they say it's time to kill, just look at my skeleton

Yeah, I hop up in my whip, my whip look like Megatron

Yeah, motherfuck your deal, I made that lil' shit in six months (Yeah, that's real shit, ****)

****, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)

I had racks on me then, racks on me now, yeah

I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah

Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh

Yeah, I really live the life these **** rap 'bout, uh

I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh

Yeah, young **** came from shit, but I didn't tap out, uh

Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh?

God, please protect my cheese 'cause these rats out, yeah

I can't give no ho my seed, I can't crash out, huh

I brought the racks out, baby, I brought the racks out (Yeah)

Bitch, I got good credit, but I still cash out

Yeah, just left up out the mall and I don't even check the tags

Yeah, I just hopped up in that new Benz, skrrt skrrt, and I smashed

Yeah, Glizock, he the shit, and man, these other **** assed out

Yeah, Glizock walk up in the building, your bitch, damn near passed out

****, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (The fuck?)

I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah)

I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah

Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh

****, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, bitch)

I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah)

I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah

Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh

Yeah, I really live the life these **** rap 'bout, uh

I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh (Nah)

Yeah, young **** came from shit, but I didn't tap out, uh (Nah)

Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh?

Bitch, I ran it up, I still'll gun your ass down, yeah

Seventh grade bumpin' Waka, I love them gun sounds, yeah

Now a **** drinkin' Wocky, I take mud baths, yeah

These lil' **** just be talkin', ain't got no cash (Ain't got no guap)

Yeah, you broke, boy, he broke, boy, yeah, you **** fucked up

Thought I told you bitches that I'm blessed, I didn't luck up

Glizock, let me hold somethin', shit, ****, hold up

Put that on my daddy, I paid cash for my Rolls truck, yup

****, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)

I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah)

I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah (I'm talkin' 'bout right now)

Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh

Yeah, I really live the life these **** rap 'bout, uh

I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh

Yeah, young **** came from shit, but I didn't tap out, uh

Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh? (The fuck?)