[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, it's Tony Shhnow the Eskimo, brr ya' bitch
Yeah, Mr. Terrific, yeah
(Trap-a-holics, real trap shit)
Mr. fuck your hoe, bitch

[Chorus]
I got automatics in my living room, some autos in my front yard
The Glock came with titties on the bottom, got a sports bra
I'm from wish a n***a would, this truck loaded up with sticks
Call my wrist so icey, [?] because it came with bricks
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)

[Verse]
Got the streets sewed up
My necklace do the Soulja Boy
My earrings do the holdup
My bitch a stripper, she ain't the only one with that pole tucked
I'm riding with that grim reaper, you try us get your soul touched
I'm wilding with that cannon and I'm aiming so incredible
(Real trap shit) She eat me like a edible
My prices unpredictable, I'm always having several
I dish out them decimals, don't forget your vegetables
My flow is impeccable, my wrist look like a festival
Wonderful, diamonds black and white but my bankroll colorful
Dope sold, money from my trap house, not refundable
If you ain't fucking up a check then I ain't even gon' fuck with you
You ain't [?]
I'm finna' strike the plug, I got all the bases loaded
That's your partner gun and he don't even let you hold it
That's your partner play so why you acting like you sold it?
Foreign everything, I drive this bitch off like I stole it
[Chorus]
I got automatics in my living room, some autos in my front yard
The Glock came with titties on the bottom, got a sports bra
I'm from wish a n***a would, this truck loaded up with sticks
Call my wrist so icey, [?] because it came with bricks
(Don't play with him)