[Intro]
Shabazz, n***a
Lil' bitch

[Chorus]
I took my foot out the trap
Run it up, bitch, I got racks
These n***as is bitches, they wack
Runnin' laps 'round you n***as, no track
I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha
Grab it, pour up in a liter
Got a Spanish bitch, call her mamacita
I might hit from the back and I leave her
We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers
Now the coupes white and black like a zebra
Keep her bitch, she came from Argentina
In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer
My young n***a gon' creep like the Reaper
Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa
We got more cheese than a fuckin' pizza
Bitch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up

[Verse]
When it come to the head, she gon' eat it up
Bitch, I count nothing but deads
And that new Glock got a leg
The FN got one in the head
All that sneak dissing gon' get your man hit
Work your bitch, I need them bands
Smash the coupe, I did the dash
Spin your block with paper tags
These n***as going out sad
Christian Dior, pop the tag (Cost a bag)
Bitch, we been gettin' them bags (Bitch)
We ain't never had to wear no uniform
Thot bitch think she special like a unicorn (Lil' bitch)
I just want the neck like an ID
N***as ain't saving opps, no IV
You can be the next n***a, come try me
[Chorus]
I took my foot out the trap
Run it up, bitch, I got racks
These n***as is bitches, they wack
Runnin' laps 'round you n***as, no track
I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha
Grab it, pour up in a liter
Got a Spanish bitch, call her mamacita
I might hit from the back and I leave her
We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers
Now the coupes white and black like a zebra
Keep her bitch, she came from Argentina
In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer
My young n***a gon' creep like the Reaper
Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa
We got more cheese than a fuckin' pizza
Bitch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up