17 with my own trap (with my own spot)
Talkin to the hook, we don't condone that (we don't do that)
Talk to Siri I don't need a fuckin' road map
She on her period she almost fucked up the whole bag (she almost blew it)

And my watch that's a whole thang (that's a whole brick)
I'm talkin' Fetty Wap not no cocaine (no it ain't)
Bought an eighth from Unc' like I'm Rocaine (yeah)
Two liter pineapple po' the whole thang

I can't fuck with these niggas again (uh uh)
I'm married now I'm done fuckin' these bitches again (I'm done fuckin' 'em)
Check my account I just made me a ticket again (I just made another ticket)
I hit the baddest bitches out in Michigan and I ain't give em' shit (I ain't give a shit)

If you really got it out the mud lift your wrist (lift it up)
Sippin' wocker all day now a nigga stiff (yeah)
I might buy a bitch a bag if she talk right
It's funny how the shirt all black but it's OFFWHITE

Before we got this shit off rap we got it off white (yeah)
Cuttin' up half a brick we gon' be in this bitch all night
Yeah, I'm the man nigga face it
The little shit you coppin' I spend it on a bitch bracelet

I won't touch the bitch if she basic (nope)
I'm in a penthouse know I came out the basement (I came out)
I hit a brick with a hammer (huh)
Yeah, had to hit a brick with a hammer it was harder than the fuckin' pavement

Bro stabbed me in the back felt like it was Jason (damn)
Endured so much pain I just can't take it
She just jumped on this thang and she can't take it (shit)
(Bitch) Yeah

Sellin' dope in front of my Granny crib' (yeah, my Granny house)
I sold dope with my whole family nigga (yeah)
Grew up seein' gold chains and Caddies nigga
Yeah. Grew up seein' whole thangs and baggies nigga

Tried to tell my niggas get some money fuck that smoke
My nigga tried to tell me do some scammin' fuck that dope (man, fuck that dope)
I tried to tell my nigga it's hard to change it's all I know
My nigga told me we do whatever fuck we want

I been prayin' to God I been stressin'
Been goin' through so much shit man I need a blessing (for real)
Brodie in the feds called tell him he keep rappin' (hello?)
This shit ain't goin right now I'm back passin out these testers (I'm here)
Now I'm back ridin' around with these weapons

Plug dropped the price gotta nigga flyin' back out to Texas
I'm back overnight
Keep these pussy niggas away from me I ain't too social
Niggas jump right in they feelings when they see you have emotion (yeah)

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Philip Glen-Earl Peaks