Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Say I was just working the trap, I didn't think it would happen
Get me a beat, now I'm snapping and and rapping
Shit ain't pop for you **** 'cause you probably be cappin'
Got it myself, no asking
Freaky bitch eat me up in the car
She ain't waste no time, we ain't make it to the mattress
Ay, say Yavo on fire, no matches
Don't play with my green, we got sticks like a cactus
[Verse 2]
Aye back in school had this shit on the campus
I ain't play football on the field, house gambling
Bitch, no cap you can go ask for Kanken
Hit four points, stuck that shit in my cactus
So many drugs like I ride with Lamarcus and Tavis
I'm serving white boy Potter like Harry
Told a bitch I'm a bad boy like Mike Lowery
In the car like Kyre
Aye put this shit on, really don't need a stylist
Water on my neck like my jeweler a island
Turn off the lights, still see it, I'm shining
Finna bust down the watch like I don't fuck with the time
Don't rush it, this shit come with time
Say I'm a D-boy like I play for the Lions
So just know I'ma blitz when you come 'cross that line
You out here like you rich, your bitch told me you lying
You can catch me at Saks, that's most of the time
I just bought me some Dulce, it go with my poise
Take my glock everywhere, treat that bitch like my own
I saved so much money then ten straight O's
Say I'm tryna get in her throat and touch her lungs
My pockets swole like they got stung
20 in each I could damn near cry
Baby, he tell you I'm broke, that's a goddamn lie
Reach for my neck thats a big ass try
Glock .45 I can't even hide
Why you fuck with that ****? He ain't even try
You **** ain't got a car, how the fuck is they riding?
I ain't hear shit how the fuck is they sliding?
And my dawg sell pits so I call his ass Marquee
In the back of an all black Benz with a white bitch
She left with a **** 'cause I say the right shit
[Verse 3]
Say I was just working the trap, I didn't think it would happen
Get me a beat, now I'm snapping and and rapping
Shit ain't pop for you **** 'cause you probably be cappin'
Got it myself, no asking
Freaky bitch eat me up in the car
She ain't waste no time, we ain't make it to the mattress
Ay, say Yavo on fire, no matches
Don't play with my green, we got sticks like a cactus
[Verse 4]
Sick of playing with you **** like it was the flu game
We got more polls than the owner of Blue Flame
Pull on that block, treat the opps the a shooting range
Go on a heist, hit the plug, get a new name
You better not play with me, I really know people
Before you come in my trap, patch it down like a door keeper
Bald head bully like the one off of Moesha
Bitch, the bags are all gone, hit the plug, we need more reefa
You like that with the opps we gon' hit at some more people
If you fuck with me, fuck with me, don't fuck with them
If it's up then its stuff talking
Stepping like boots like he supposed to buy Timbs
I said fuck that we treat the opps like a rim
Slide, we treat the opps like gym
Thought this shit was impossible, save the day like Kim
So many clips, gotta fill them, bitch, I'm him
[Verse 5]
Say I was just working the trap, I didn't think it would happen
Get me a beat, now I'm snapping and and rapping
Shit ain't pop for you **** 'cause you probably be cappin'
Got it myself, no asking
Freaky bitch eat me up in the car
She ain't waste no time, we ain't make it to the mattress
Ay, say Yavo on fire, no matches
Don't play with my green, we got sticks like a cactus
[Verse 6]
I really do this shit, man, no cap
On gang
Don't take my chain, no
Crazy ass foo', crazy ass dude
Grippin' my chain, you gon' snooze
And gon' end up on the news, gang
Written by: Yaven Mannie Mauldin