[Intro]
'Til the day I go fed, I’ma get me some bread
I done really got fed up with niggas
Ain’t the type to go drop me no bag on yo head
I’m the type to go head up with niggas (Go head up with niggas) x4
[?] we going up
[Verse 1]
'Til the day I go fed, I’ma get me some bread
I done really got fed up with niggas
Ain’t the type to go drop me no bag on yo head
I’m the type to go head up with niggas
Ain’t the type to go wave me no flag, call it truce
I’m the type to go pour me a deuce
Ain’t the type x3
I’ma ride for my dawg and I know he ain’t right
I be gone off the drugs out of mind out of sight
When I put on my jewelry, it like they cut on the light
I’ma gone make that car hit that cutter on sight
That’s a KOS on it, that mean kill 'em on sight
In the 392 me & Lu Whoopty Woo
He got excellent aim he don’t move when he shoot
Told that bitch that she gotta be the best in the school
She got excellent brain, she know just what to do
Take him a brain
He professional too
He get paid for them bodies, that’s what he like to do
Going all in, how the fuck can I lose?
I just poured me deuce in a blue Mountain Dew
I used to trap out of apartment
Now I spend a condo, and got a department
I’m with all of that shit, yeah they know what it do
And I been like that here, I ain’t got nothing to prove
I’m not the type, I’m not of them niggas
And you won’t hear me talking 'bout none of them niggas
You might hear 'bout me walking on one of them niggas
I ain’t lying though
Black Boy, the topic they always be lying on
These niggas gossip like they in the church house
I ain’t doing shit, but tryna put this lil work out
'Bout to O.D. off drank, tried to get this lil burp out
Got it all out the mud, nigga, we went the dirt route
Still putting down
You didn’t have a bag, we ain’t hurting now
Probably sold more chicken than Popeyes
Just ate some spinach, my weight up
Make sure I’m tipping the waiter
Told that lil hoe I can’t wait on her
I don’t really like the hoe, just like the face on her
I’m still with Cap, 'cause I know he gon' face somethin'
You know I’m still onto cap everyday don’t it?
[Chorus]
Trap through the day, then we pop out at night, and I’m striking 392, growl like some thunder
I drunk an eighth in a day
I just made me a play, and my trap doing OKC Thunder
I can’t make no play if it don’t got a comma
Yeah I’m that nigga, I’m through being hungry
Yeah that his bitch, but she do what I want her
I’m not the type, don’t be pushing up on me
Don’t be pushing up on me
I’m pushing that button
I just put a lil switch on this Glock 23
Put some za in the wood
Put my some lean in my cup
Put a nigga in the dirt if he playing with me
I can’t answer my phone
Girl you know how to trap, I be doing it
Why you tripping? You know what I’m doing
In the trap, I’m bisexual, I’m selling that girl and that boy
Aye get me some money
What the hell is you doing?
[Verse 2]
I ain’t come to the party
I’m the one sent the party pack
I’m just waiting for my money back
I can’t front the lil nigga know more better come with that
He must think he a running back?
Got the hellcat now
This bitch shoot like a thunder cat, make a nigga do jumping jacks
If he tryna get out of there, we gon' hit his scratch off tryna get out of there
When they pick up the pack tell 'em “Get out of here”
I make one more hit track, nigga we out of here
I got 5% tint on the front and the back when I ride, shit I barely can see out of here
I walked through the door talkin' 'bout them band
Told 'em “Aye I’m just tryna get a B out of here”
Walked in my spot this bitch look like a buffet
He got into hustling that’s all you can eat out of here
I drink lean out the beer
I play him sweet, got him thinking it Kool-Aid
All these choppas I got ain’t no [?]
AR with a hunid round drum
I’ve been spinning with the same clip for 2 days
I got AR with me
You might think he tripping, he been tryna tie a nigga shoe lace
I’ma walk 'em down in some Dolce & Gabbanas, I ain’t even tied the shoe lace
[Chorus]
Trap through the day, then we pop out at night, and I’m striking 392, growl like some thunder
I drunk an eighth in a day
I just made me a play, and my trap doing OKC Thunder
I can’t make no play if it don’t got a comma
Yeah I’m that nigga, I’m through being hungry
Yeah that his bitch, but she do what I want her
I’m not the type, don’t be pushing up on me
Don’t be pushing up on me
I’m pushing that button
I just put a lil switch on this Glock 23
Put some za in the wood
Put my some lean in my cup
Put a nigga in the dirt if he playing with me
I can’t answer my phone
Girl you know how to trap, I be doing it
Why you tripping? You know what I’m doing
In the trap, I’m bisexual, I’m selling that girl and that boy
Aye get me some money
What the hell is you doing?
