Dreezy – Spar (feat. 6Lack & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin’
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and shit
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

[Chorus: 6LACK]
Look my word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit
Your own people will laugh when you on positive shit
Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt and I preach
Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon’ be a queen
I’m tryna get shit together, so she can have anything

[Chorus: 6LACK]
My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They ain’t rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won’t show love
If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J’s that’s still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don’t need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon’ be
Nigga ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast ‘fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race ‘fore a nigga catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It’s a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin’ off innocent, when the clip showin’ that he did the shit
Try to talk and they ain’t listenin’ but they’ll point it out if you get ignorant
Fuck with you if you a benefit
That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and shit
But I’ma write it off, good penmanship
Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can’t be, "Land of the free"
If kneeling might cost your position
I’m supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches"
And when my Unc’ came home from prison
For the same shit y’all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
We pourin’ Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
But the bible says it goes full circle
I’ma tryna find me a good purpose

[Chorus: Dreezy]
My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Totin’ magazines that got me in the articles
When I’m in Washington D.C., I’m doing fraud n’ stuff
Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump
Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain’t got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin’ bunkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs in 6th grade, fightin’ the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us nigga and I’ll die for us nigga

2 Chainz – Good Drank 2.0 (feat. Gucci Mane, Quavo & The Trap Choir)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget that kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my partner Doe
All we ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Tryna make me a mil, so I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in a Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
2 Chainz!

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out you’re poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’, I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Favorite rapper, that’s 3K
Yeah sir that’s my DJ
Mike Dean on the piano
Put the work on the E-way
Guwop right next to me
So you know Bouldercrest with me
Man it’s hard for you to mess with me
So you’re looking at the best really
Diamonds dancing like Bentley
Might leave in a Bentley
Kinda hard to get with me
Can’t believe it like Ripley
Pretty girls like trap music
Man I used to want a condo
Started off in the basement
Ended up on the top floor
Yeah, you listening to the top flow
Now you looking at the top tier
From grams to the Grammys
Told y’all it was our year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Man you looking at the evidence
Yeah God, that’s my president
Hell nah, I don’t hesitate
I ain’t met a girl can curve me
Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through
Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year ’cause you told the best
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through
Aye Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck bruh
You a living legend I appreciate that
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Uhh, alright
I did it, hahah, yeah

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget the kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (TRU)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil, so I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her cum face

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Aye, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Aye, Guwop, I’m glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

Good drank – 2 Chainz feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics 2 Chainz – Good drank

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeahhh
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeahhh
Can’t forget the kush, I’m talking OG, yeahhh
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeahhh
285 I had that pack on me, uhhh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeahhh
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (TRU)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil, so I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your b*tch like I’m Drake
Yeahhh.(good drank)

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through.

It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, f*ck Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best.

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her cum face.

Aye, Mike Dean
This shit hard as f*ck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Aye, Guwop, I’m glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jrrr.
2 Chainz lyrics
Video drank

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane) (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, used to treat my mattress like the ATM yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget the kush, I’m talking OG, oh yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake, yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Your trunk in the front, well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month, but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump, I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point? Square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Aye, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Aye, Guwop, I’m glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainzzzz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane) letras

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the liquor give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the liquor give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Aye Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck bruh
You a living legend I appreciate that
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainzzzz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

2 CHAINZ – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

2 Chainz – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)