(Hook 2x)
He ain't ridin' round wit no work
His iPhone don't chirp
Round da way we bussin' up swerves
Trap n***a, got the gas in the church
f** n***as, family first
Up off the pound, throw John some work
30 round, right under my shirt
OG gas, stashed in my b**h purse
(TrapSquad Lal)
Pull up on a opp you know we got glocks
Glock 40 sound, clear the whole block
Trap n***a, kn-know we got knacks
Run up on me p**y you getting popped
30 round when I unload the glock
n***as snitches so they gotta get dropped
Can't get in my picture you gotta get cropped
Surrounded by shooters when I'm on the block
If he hop out we put him in a box
No we can't kick it can't come to my spot
Spicy n***a, we know that your hot
On twitter a gangsta, in real life your not
Your not a shooter you never send shots
How you a shooter you ain't got a strap
Automatic weapons pull up wit Max
Never lacking cause Lil Lal keep it packed
(Hook 2x)
(Dulli)
He ain't ridin' round wit no work
When it come to opps I do my homework
If you shop wit me the prices might lower
f**in' wit bro he put Zan da soda
Put the price on da plug have him hand it over
Stinky gas ,know you smell the aroma
Zan wit da lean, had me in a coma
Hit the plug for a baby push it like a stroller
M-Money stretch out like yoga
Bro work the ticket trap out a Toyota
Gas come in from South Dakota
Plays like Brett when he was in Minnesota
I leave from the back, like I got a chauffeur
I got bread and I'm plugged in just like a toaster
Your b**h is a roller I know for sure had her on her knees and she is a choker
(Hook 2x)