Told y 'all n****s I was gonna keep it street,
Ya'll already know what it is
I do it for the trappers with the,
I'm strapped up, I'm iced out
A nigga play, it's lights out
Coast to crew a quarter million,
that's how you'll find me
with them goons behind me
You better call your crew,
Whole car strapped and I ain't
Red Cross nigga, yeah we draw blood
Whole team got choppers like a bike club
I don't get mad, I just get money
And laugh at these fuck niggas
All a gangster do is stay fresh
45 with the Gucci Teflon vest
Young Jizzle from the bottom of the map
on the bottom of the strap
I do it for the trappers with the,
And them OG niggas with the,
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Competition want me to stop,
Like I had a flamethrower
that's on everything I walk around
like I got a grip in my pants
Yeah, that's about ten stacks,
Biscay all got poppy on speed dial
You niggas gettin' raped,
you're still gettin' all bass
We VZU jeans with the baby napes
Desert on the pillow, choppers
Young Jizzle from the bottom of the map
on the bottom of the strap
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I do it for the trappers with the,
with the, the, the blocks
you just wasting your breath
Hit your ass with them thangs,
how you chasing your breath?
You better put a collar on them
I spent a couple dollars on them
Cedar Warren get my sound right
Trump sounded like it got a
You in the minor leagues,
Five thousand for the pound,
like I got a lawn service
on the bottom of the strap
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And them OG niggas with the,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,