Its so hard to take the trap out a trap nigga
Im coke dealer dressed like a rap figure
A Guy Fisher type of nigga, Ima die richer
Posing for pictures with the strippers and the pie flippers
Id rather lie to you, baby than to lie with you
I seen you with it, shit, I aint finna ride with you
Pitching underhand Im a knuckleball pitcher
Youre off base, I call you out, Im the hind catcher
You ran off, guess you thought itd be a cake walk
Stealing base, got caught, let the K talk
Got me diggin in my safe at the safehouse
Like I wont pay a hundred K to blow your face off Wop
The young nigga stay fresh
I could show em how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I could teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I could show em how to flex
Another nigga with a check
I got motherfuckin racks Cash, hmm
Another young nigga with a fuckin check, yeah
Big rocks hurt my neck, yeah Big rocks
Big watch got baguettes, yeah
First young nigga in the hood in that Vette, yeah
Free Ralo, we keep dog, we call it pet, yeah Free Ralo
Bitch, my son got racks, hah
Wop had dropped that sack, facts
But my brother still trappin that pack Them facts
In that Benz truck, all black
Bitch, I do this shit, no practice
I just fucked on her, no strings attached
Project baby, when I was born, nigga, my system already had crack
Sell you a verse, still beat that pack
I used to pray for the drip, now I pull up, hop out fresh
Them 15 niggas, they blessed
Hop off a jet, go straight to a check
Make that Hellcat make a mess
Bitch, Im rich, Im not pressed
Nigga tried, like my money, he got stretched
Bitch, I come from nothing, yes
Ask bout my life, bet they tell you…
The young nigga stay fresh Drip, drip
I could show em how to flex Yeah, mhm
Another nigga with a check Cash
And I could teach him how to dress Put this shit on
The young nigga stay fresh Yeah
And I could show em how to flex Flex, flex
Another nigga with a check
I got motherfuckin racks Hmm
Another young nigga with a fuckin check