[Intro]
Money
What
Relax

[Hook] (x2)
Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow)
Posted up on the block
Baking soda with the pot
Your baby mama she a pie
Pull up on her in a drop (Skrr Skrr)
I ain't fuck I got top
Why you cuffing she a thot (What)
Fucked that bitch on the spot (Yaa)

[Verse 1]
Why you cuffing you a lame, wanna fuck me for fame
Wanna fuck grab my chain, fuck her to Gucci Mane
Fuck that bitch like a dog, pass that bitch to my dog
Fuck that bitch in the yard, pray to me like a god
Pray to me like Messiah, smoking that Gas got that fire
Selling that pack with my five, shoot a n***a he lying
Rob me you is dying
I ain't tripping I be flying
Smoking that gas from my plug that white boy his name Ryan
Getting that cash like I'm signed
I don't need rap I could trap and a n***a survive