Viarritz - Trap (Freestyle) lyrics

Trapping make it happen, couple ounces in the packages Stacking chips immaculate, while b**hes just be actin' rich The f** you think you're up against, it's me and my whole team, b**h Just sitting on cream, split cause money make me mean quick She's mad because her dad's a fiend, she's nagging 'bout his tendencies But she don't know, that sh** he smoke, that man been straight gettin' it from me Ain't no remorse up in these streets, you do what a mother f**er got to do A lot to prove, got blocks to move, no b**h, this cheddar's not for you Hold up Let me reiterate it for you b**hes who don't get it I've been k**ing it since day one, but no mother f**er I'm just not finished This kushy fragrance has made its way through my whole estate and I bet the neighbors ain't even mad cause this bud 100 and causing cravings The f**'s a fed to a t-rap god? I'll discuss the bread and he'll leave out awed If I prod your broad with the thought of this life You know I just made your b**h my b**h, right? I'm posted with my squad, and we bout to go rillas Cashing out scrilla I've been stacking as your dealer Say bye-bye hater cause that sh** can evaporate Get out my face, move b-b-b**h, I got cash to make