[Hook] All these niggas talk like they trap gods Talkin like they so hard they ain't never sold hard And I know that I'm a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it I'm like what you touch that for Unless you finna shoot some shit for So Don't touch my pistol Cause I don't wanna have to blow, yeah Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail
[Verse 1] I'm high as fuck like oh well Shootin' shit like ho them Said he know me I don't know him I'm flexin' on these niggas no gym Got indicted sellin' coke and sellin' dope I don't want to do that shit no more But you can come sell it for me though Don't tell nobody on me though I don't wanna have to move to Puerto Rico And change everything on my ID though Cause I'll never snitch on my 'migos Cause when I bought 6 from him he gave me 4 more
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[Verse 2] Don't stalk me now, got a Glock on me now Wish a nigga would try to follow me, BOW! The block hot the cops hot Finna go to New Orleans to the Mardi Gras She a hot thot she was already dropped I'm tryna see if money love me or not But I think money love me alot Try to take my shit, let the chopper flop like gra gra gra gra Chopper going for em like raaaa raaa Like ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh All these niggas talkin' like they trap god Until they ass get robbed