Imma stay down in the trap till the bag gone
Started with a lick, had to put me a mask on
Say he wanted lows so I'm getting the trash gone
Yeah, it got a nose 'cause I hit it with bag sauce
Gotta test the molly, niggas fuckin’ with bath salts
Put it on the road and we getting the packs off
I remember niggas went to school with me
I'mma bring my tool with me, turn into a rich shoota
Ain't no Q Da Fool in me
Had a good trip, spent it all on jewelry
Got a good shawty, been through shit I cannot speak
Time gets hard, run it up
I just need a week, flying shit far
In a place I cannot speak
And I said I sell antiques
I was trappin’ outside
Nigga said he sell freaks, shorty down bad
When she tell me she sell feet
I knew it won't last, you ain't had to tell me
I seen you move flawed, you ain't had to fail me
You know where I'm at, you ain't got to trail me
I know what I'mma buy, you ain't got to sell me
I want real rack$, all these packs got the block smelly
I'm still cooking with no mask on
I ain't leavin' till the packs gone
In the trap is where I'm at home
In the back we getting active so
I can't fold, got tunnel vision
I touch down 100 with me
Hit up town, got hunters with me
Real road runners better come and get it
I ain't got no time to remix, add a little water, shit
Look like grits, walk in the store, I'm finna spend that shit
Tell me what's your order, I'mma send that shit
Tryna run off, jack, smokin’ real za, I ain't blend that shit
In a hot car, they gon' spin that shit
Bro a rockstar, ain't no fentanyl shit
Keep a narcan 'cause your work got hit
Damn, it's a cold game, nigga already lost
Ain't make no name, you just off cocaine
Told her take them bitches off, I ain't doing no playing
I'mma go till I'm exhausted
So I ain't doing no staying still
Gotta keep a Glock 'cause it might be a stain
I'mma get these bitches off
I'mma stay down in the trap till the bag gone
I just filled up, but I knew it won't last long
Started with a lick, gotta put me a mask on
Said he wanted lows so I'm getting the trash gone, yeah
I got a test, it got a nose 'cause I hit it with bag sauce
Niggas fucking with bath salts
Put it on the road, then we getting the packs off
Once I got a bag, I was trapping my ass off
Got no trust, ain't no Q Da Fool in me
Had a good trip, spent it all on jewelry
Gotta get shawty, been through shit
But I cannot speak
Times get hard, run it up
I cannot speak
Put it in a bag and I said I sell and teach
I might drop the ticket, good za and I got it cheap
Once the work done, just burn the receipt
I always treat my lungs, I be burning peace (P's)
Gotta switch it up, can't burn the receiver
Shit be fucking up 'cause niggas follow the leader
Niggas said they down but they be Judas or Peter
'Cause I know she a eater
I'mma go out of town for all this turn around
Ain't nothing to get gone, so I found a plug
Ain't nothing to get on, ten iPhones and a couple flip phones
Got a few flavors, got a bunch of scents on
Buffalo frames, I ain't trying to time and I can't win some
I ain't trying to die, but I came to end some
I've been trying to buy, I ain't trying to rent none
Just keep it a hundred, if you trying to ride
You be lit by the summer
Fatal Farmz Exoticz, got me fried off a blunt
Greenlabel OG got me stuck
I was driving, pulled over, I was slump
I'mma stay down till it's over like a stump
You won't around in the cold, now it's up
I ain't never be sober, I be getting fucked up
I'mma keep going, I ain't never giving up
FATAL, dunk life, you know the fuck going on
FATAL FARMZ EXOTICZ
I just filled up, but I knew it wouldn't last long
Had no trust, put in the bag
What you talking? Zelle me
We can't miss a shipment, this logistics running up the digits
I met the birdman, I ain't talking 'bout stunna with me
Stash spot gonna fit, it need a better ticket
Talking lend that shit, feeling like a boss
