(Chorus)
I was posted on the bloc, I was tryna make it sell, 30-shot Glock we gon' empty out the shells.
Niggas really trappin we gon' pass em out a mill. If we get to shootin and you all of the tell.
Slurp on a curb, and we pull up to his bloc. 6 side slugs we gon let em pop the gloc.
Bro really trappin had his henesse out the pot. If he want beef we gon put him up on fox.
(2nd Verse)
With the A's late night make it bangers.
Shit lit, can't wait till we famous. Gettin money, and I know it won't change us.
Late night whitcha bitch ima take her. Glock-40 and it came with a lazer.
Shootin shit in the field still dangerous.
In my soul know you never gon take it. Never love a bitch my heart she won't break it.
Icy bitch but she in my room naked.
Only gang don't fuck with no strangers.
Runnin round with the lass, so I had to erase em. Gang.
Runnin down on a opp like freddy no chasin. Uh.
She want me to chase her. But it's only the paper I'm chasin.
I am just trappin, trappin money flip like gymnastic, nastics.
That bitch is nasty, nasty she gon shake it for the cashy, cashy.
I'm with the gang yeah, gang gang with the gang yeah. Woah. I'm with the A's Yeah. A's way, with the A's yeah
(Chorus)
I was posted on the bloc, I was tryna make it sell, 30-shot Glock we gon' empty out the shells.
Niggas really trappin we gon' pass em out a mill. If we get to shootin and you all of the tell.
Slurp on a curb, and we pull up to his bloc. 6 side slugs we gon let em pop the gloc.
Bro really trappin had his henesse out the pot. If he want beef we gon put him up on fox.
(3rd Verse: Melvoni)
I'm with the X, I'm with the Dots.
Smokin gas till my lungs is nothin, yeah.
Don't care watchu say. Don't try your luck.
We throwin shots while y'all throwin shots.
Up on the guak. I love the profit. I keep my hoe back and countin my pockets.
Big coats, you know I hold a rocket. Choppa pick em' up and pop-em and lock em', ya, ya.
Choppa make a nigga levitate, I'm tryna send a opp' to the gates. I know i just gotta concentrate. I'm tryna make sure my money straight, (Money Straight)
Young nigga, know that I'm up. I know these mothafuckas hate. (Hate)
I know these mothafuckes hate. (Why?)
I know they hate cause my shit hot, my shit pop, better kick rocks.
I'm going up to the tip top. And I know that shit gon bust ya fig top.
She wanna come to the studio, tell that bitch lick cocks. Why Kevin always tryna bring dots.
Boss up, she betta fuck the whole gang, she betta fuck the whole gang.
(Chorus)
I was posted on the bloc, I was tryna make a sell, 30-shot Glock we gon' empty out the shells.
Niggas really trappin we gon' pass em out a mill. If we get to shootin and you all of the tell.
Slurp on a curb, and we pull up to his bloc. 6 side slugs we gon let em pop the gloc.
Bro really trappin had his henesse out the pot.
If he want beef we gon put him up on fox.