Lyrics:
Pull up to the Traphouse, I grab a K and bag it up
Heard he got a pistol, oh that's why he acting tough
All my n**gas hooèrs macking buckets like the bucks
Everybody ain't no hero say the day you gonna get busted
They ain't try to tweak 'cause they know it's gang with us
Reckless when we shooting 'cause we know we can't get touched
They ain't try to tweak me 'cause they know it's gang with us
Them chance was in the mud, I cleaned them off and now we off
B**ch, I keep a semi, millenium and glocks
I keep it with me, it get tricky
You mad over that b**ch, you must be kidding
You silly, his mama said the name
That n**ga Billy, it can get wicked
Still racing in them cars like that n**ga Billy?
B**ch I'm swerving off
Watch me press the gas and get the burning off
Diamonds in my teath, I'm gone go get them when them braces off
Made a 100 racks he took me off and turned me to a (?)
Had to flex on my haters, so my chain be swinging
You won't catch me taking nothing, this s**t get dangerous
B**ch is (?) world and YBN and that is who I came with
Get in trip mode now do shows and rock with my stainless
Pull up to the Traphouse, I grab a K and bag it up
Heard he got a pistol, oh that's why he acting tough
All my n**gas hooèrs macking buckets like the bucks
Everybody ain't no hero say the day you gonna get busted
They ain't try to tweak 'cause they know it's gang with us
Reckless when we shooting 'cause we know we can't get touched
They ain't try to tweak me 'cause they know it's gang with us
Them chance was in the mud, I cleaned them off and now we off
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