[Intro: LD]
I could swear something' just got bun
I could do this rolling with gang
I can do this shit on my ones
On the opp block they run
I could swear something' just got bun
I could do this rolling with gang
I can do this shit on my ones
[Verse 1: Scrams]
They know about me, don't lack
Hit O and flip my pack
I like my ones black
Coco, breast and back
I do road, fact
I might take your pack
This summer I might do map
But for now, man'a just trap
Like anywhere man'a let that go
4 4 guys in skrr, lurking moving low
I got my shank, and it's got that pole
I do him first, cah you know I love my bro
[Verse 2: ZN]
It's like 44's in that long truck doing mad road
And I swear that little man's on but the only problems he talks loads
Just copped a pack of bro and I bruck it down into bare stones
Tryna' mash all that bread and it got me up like I need phones
Ring trap, as soon as I send these texts I wanna see bands
In the trap house man doing ugh, fuck these cats
Pissed if I wanna take a shit, the toilets mad
But it's all for the dash
[Hook: LD]
If I pull up we warzing
No formation no tactics but out on the field we scoring
Bro got away but I got grabbed you know I never saw him
Get around on my ones, get around with gang on the opp block we touring
On the opp block they run
I could swear something' just got bun
I could do this rolling with gang
I can do this shit on my ones
On the opp block they run
I could swear something' just got bun
I could do this rolling with gang
I can do this shit on my ones
[Verse 3: Gunna Grimes]
Man'a got money and grub
How you gonna snitch on your bro land road talk alla dat crud
Let me crush this bud
Just had words with the plug
Now I just bruck down grub
Me and Scrams in the trap
We finesse and jugg
It's like tings all mad
My bro just stepped in the room now
He got his hands on a rrah
Couldn't give a fuck about boom bow
It's like tings all mad
My bro just stepped in the room now
He got his hands on a rrah
Couldn't give a fuck about boom bow
[Verse 4: Stampface]
Anyone Gunna is and Scrams is on then trust me I'm on them too
Holla at Baby R like lets make money lets get this food
Saw that nigga that owe me P like half of a Benley blue
Catch that guy on a rebound stamp mans face till it splits in 2
Can't go where it ain't safe, roll up bait
Bare man talking the talk they don't know Stampface
Holla at bro for the amm, skinny nigga I'm moving weight
Fuck all of these opps, snitch niggas they sing like Drake
Get round in that truck with gang for niggas adding that K
[Hook: LD]
If I pull up we warzing
No formation no tactics but out on the field we scoring
Bro got away but I got grabbed you know I never saw him
Get around on my ones, get around with gang on the opp block we touring
On the opp block they run
I could swear something' just got bun
I could do this rolling with gang
I can do this shit on my ones
On the opp block they run
I could swear something' just got bun
I could do this rolling with gang
I can do this shit on my ones
[Verse 5: Baby R]
Washed niggas ain't tryna get rich
I just robbed me 18 z's, I was tryna get a brick
I can't trust no thot, I'm screaming out lifes a bitch
Niggas screaming 86k that shit's on a myth
Look, man still fuck your gang
So pissed, 1 move made 3 of my bro's dem up in the can
No face no chase when I run up in your trap like show me the bands
Bros dem looking at 10, that weren't part of the plan
My bro now ordering canteen, other day we was counting bands
I get the pack I break it down
Break it down I flood the strip
My amm is damn my amm is loud
Call me up you wan't a bit
Talk is cheap I get busy
On my life I never slip
It's like the air I get lizzy
God bless the trap niggas
Niggas love talking packs, Man I'll jerk your O's
Swear them boy's that Youngs got beef on tune
I got beef on the roads
How man talk shit?
Had man crying in jail, he don't want it from the 8 of the 6
What's wrong with
Maud Maud Maud
