[Chorus]
I got stopped on the mains from the fans, it's all mad
I got packs on me, they want pics like the paps
This chick's tryna unzip while I fuck her to my rap
I mean fuck her from the back, backstrap my Cali zoot
I got stopped on the mains from the fans, it's all mad
I got packs on me, they want pics like the paps
This chick's tryna unzip while I fuck her to my rap
I mean fuck her from the back, backstrap my Cali zoot
[Verse 1]
Said from a boy to a man, I've been trapping round the ways
Pounds of Cali into eights, breaking bars of the yay
Tell 'em "Who needs work?", gave 'em all ten days
Gotta keep the bag running and I got a plug to pay
I beat the white off the yay like my name Kim K
Blacklisting your name, it ain't corrеct in the game
Same timе touching food, we've all dabbled that way
When you need an extra plate, add cunch, turn base
I can tell you 'bout the trap, I love trapping in the rain
Ask shh how I still get it out in the raves
I make grands five years straight off the same place
Now I'm foreign in my tastes, lobster, trumpets and steak
Seven quid for a corner, have you ever flipped weight?
If we get half a brizzy, it might lower the stake
Ray waits till it's maj, he's gone to whip up the flake
He's cooking bobby till the fumes have got him all in his face
He knows I'll pattern more food if he's picking up the pace
That's why my attitude, Louis Vuitton up on my shades
That's what I'm looking through
Uptown with sexy for some good food
Still flying packs and you know she rolling right too
[Chorus]
I got stopped on the mains from the fans, it's all mad
I got packs on me, they want pics like the paps
This chick's tryna unzip while I fuck her to my rap
I mean fuck her from the back, backstrap my Cali zoot
I got stopped on the mains from the fans, it's all mad
I got packs on me, they want pics like the paps
This chick's tryna unzip while I fuck her to my rap
I mean fuck her from the back, backstrap my Cali zoot
[Verse 2]
Stone cold stunner, cat said he don't feel a thing
Hustling for clout, nah I'm hustling to get it in
Looking five stars with a kettle and an icy ring
Michelin star, tyres burning and they're Michelin
To stack bread, you've gotta be broke, bored and disciplined
Too many stamps, start to think I ain't a citizen
Council homes, I got dreams up in Michigan
My creme brulee don't give head like my cinnamon
Don't mind the perkies but the perkies ain't the silicon
Got her like that while I'm kissing on her silky skin
Dank in the silver, D Danks for the patternings
Shut down shows, experience the maddest things
Foreign one tryna chat, I don't understand a thing
Flying over borders, different time zones, mad the kid
Still up and down, left and right, still patterning
Entrepreneur in progress, tell me who matching it?
And I ain't judge a man off a status or what he's really done
I took a back seat, I told her friend "Jump in the front"
A hundred and twenty six grams in this German trunk
It's gloves and a bag, mind you don't print up the grub
[Chorus]
I got stopped on the mains from the fans, it's all mad
I got packs on me, they want pics like the paps
This chick's tryna unzip while I fuck her to my rap
I mean fuck her from the back, backstrap my Cali zoot
I got stopped on the mains from the fans, it's all mad
I got packs on me, they want pics like the paps
This chick's tryna unzip while I fuck her to my rap
I mean fuck her from the back, backstrap my Cali zoot
