[Hook]
If Cardi B tried to drop me in a hotel room i would've shot that b*tch right in her face
I know how to trap so i don’t have to taste
All these bags in da room all these glokks for safety
All these hoes on my di*k they begging to f*ck all these clientel callin my phone for some loud
This sh*t gone when you get here so buy this sh*t now
Drop for the ticket it cannot come down
Lil b*tch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song imma go di*k her down
I made more from some children then I made from a verse
I made more from a play then I made from a show
I made more from a swiper then I made from a stream
Gotta 50 from luxury daily routine
I had swipe so much I stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different [?]
I hit for a tv a MacBook and serve him a gas
Yeah I pulled up at da plug to empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at PO and empty they ATM
[Verse]
Pulled up at Suntrust just to start a new account
Just for a business and merch imma burn it out
You n*ggas probably don't know what I'm talkin bout
I’m finna fill up a PayPal with large amounts
Finessin at Barneys I'm coppin designers
My b*tch she was faithful I bought her designers
She got plugs who do hair so she flew out to China
She make her own wigs and that sh*t look profession
I rather get bags then go buy me a section
She gone k** for my di*k she got fatal obsessions
When the plastic went bad and the sh*t was depressing
These n*ggas hate that I'm getting the rest
[?] now I'm keeping a weapon
I just heard that Nipsey got shot while I'm making this song I just pray that that n*gga get better
You gotta be smart when you servin da trap
You gotta play chess you cannot play checkers
Make sure you go get you a stick cause these n*ggas be dirty you know these n*ggas be jealous
Loubatins on my feet they just dropped on a rental
I'm probably gone drop my mixtape in da summer
I feel like I'm latin I feel like Osama
My wrist got them carrots I feel like I'm Robin
[Hook]
If Cardi B tried to drop me in a hotel room i would’ve shot that b*tch right in her face
I know how to trap so i ain’t got da taste
All these bags in da room I had lost all my space
All these hoes on my di*k they begging to f*ck all these clientel callin my phone for some loud
This sh*t gone when you get here so buy this sh*t now
Drop for the ticket it cannot come down
Lil b*tch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song imma go di*k her down
I made more from some children then I made from a verse
I made more from a play then I made from a show
I made more from a swiper then I made from a stream
Gotta 50 from luxury daily routine
I had swipe so much I stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different [?]
I hit for a tv a MacBook and serve him a gas
Yeah I pulled up at da plug to empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at PO and empty they ATM