J. Cardenas - Trap Talk lyrics

[Verse: YK Marc] All these n***as claim I can't spit, these n***as lame Carry lots of Ben Franks on me, yeah I ain't the same I used to deal now I'm high as hell and I'm fly as hell Ride around in a Benz smoking hella dope Pop a lot of Xans, man, I got a lot of bands, man My pockets got a [?], 'Sace on my wrist, so cold f** your b**h from an angle, n***a, I don't do [?], f** n***a I'm smoking on these damn Backwoods, let's pour up a four All these b**hes in my phone, they all fire All these Jersey n***as goofy, all I rock is Gucci All these Xans making me so god damn loopy All this sh**'s a lifestyle, with my gang, yeah, that's a lifestyle All I want is pounds of that loud All I smoke is Gucci, all these f** n***as goofy Don't f** with gang, we on that take and don't pay I ain't giving you sh**, my n***a, 'til I get paid Call your girl my new bae, I'm up in the studio Sipping on some new drank, on my tree dank Pull up at the bank, skrrt skrrt, pick up Ben Franks [?] my [?] insane, me and my squad smoking hella dank Think a new move, that's every day, smoking every day We smoking every day, we smoking every day f** what anybody say, pull up to my j**eler, got a new lane Try to take my ice, then, n***a watch that 40 bang Go into the mall, let it all rain In my new foreign, yeah your b**h she giving brain All these damn haters, n***a, don't look at them the same Spent a few thousand on the roof, my n***as shoot then move Put you in a place, like a brand new [?] I'm a young rich n***a, I'm so smooth Riding off in a coupe, riding in a Benz, drop the roof Got it off the roof, dressing in designer shoes, we've got to move Got to get this money, n***a, you a f**ing dummy Going through all these Ben Franks like it's nothing Pull up on your b**h, then you know I'm stunting All this money is too much, now it feels like it's nothing [Outro: YK Marc] It's your boy Young King Marc, man f** out of here all these f**ing goofy a** Jersey rappers Stunting on these haters