If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I got up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we selling'll make you relapse, though Thinking I'm slipping, run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang) Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat Ben behind me, do the dash, keeping up in a Vert You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that Left the state for a show and I'm coming back If he say he want smoke, ain't no falling back Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap He ain't using his head, put it in his lap He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap I just put 40 bands inside the trap Every manifestation, I'm calling rare (gang) Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah You know how I'm rocking, you know that I'm with it You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I go up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag Count up that money, I run up the sack Boarding on the jet with a illegal strap The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap Up off the X and I only took half Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear Balenciaga, than Gucci and Prada I got on all three and I bought several pair When it's up, what we sliding in, ducking from 12 Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no) Ain't no slacking, we hustling, we on this for real We don't give it, we take it, you know what it is Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (shh) From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
I HOPE IT WILLL GET BETTAA,, TRAPPIN LIKE A MAILMAN Gotta get them packs I’m,, Gotta get them packs Goneee I BEEN THRU BAD WEATHERR I ,, GET PACKS IN WHAT WE SELLIN
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OverviewLyricsListenVideos Hey ma, what do? (Straight up) If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I got up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we selling'll make you relapse, though Thinking I'm slipping, run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang) Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat Ben behind me, do the dash, keeping up in a Vert You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that Left the state for a show and I'm coming back If he say he want smoke, ain't no falling back Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap He ain't using his head, put it in his lap He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap I just put 40 bands inside the trap Every manifestation, I'm calling rare (gang) Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah You know how I'm rocking, you know that I'm with it You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rocking They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I go up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag Count up that money, I run up the sack Boarding on the jet with a illegal strap The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap Up off the X and I only took half Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear Balenciaga, than Gucci and Prada I got on all three and I bought several pair When it's up, what we sliding in, ducking from 12 Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no) Ain't no slacking, we hustling, we on this for real We don't give it, we take it, you know what it is Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (shh) From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (gang)
Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa ai piedi Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana Se la vita mi cambia rimango sempre in piazza Non faro mai una rapina Mon frère lascia scuola alla prima Ho la fame negli occhi lo vedi Mi vedi felice ma tanto non sai Ho amici stranieri che ti guardano strano armani e carrera Givova e legea Non fotto con le major Prova a fare meglio Tu compra dei giubbotti che in zona fa freddo Siamo i primi in gara,cambia la pista Nigga siamo incazzati, incazzati veri Sono con cristian uccidiamo cristiani Sono con mirko sposta grammi pesati True face a te non te la vedo Blue face pronto a fare una rapina No case nuova generazione club dogo La tua testa come pranzo Non voglio la tua puta,poppa perc Tutti i colpi che ho dato Me li sono ritrovati il doppio dietro Se hai qualche problema giu in zona tu non esitare bitch text me Gente che sta senza un soldo E tu parli di soldi e di etti Top flow 4 anni che studio la trap Esce dopo 2 mesi dico è free Sul culo della tua tipa ci fumo sopra Mi hanno fottuto tutto non sono più tornati Diffida da chi dice di tenerci Ma alle sue vittorie non brinderà con te Gente molto più grande vorrebbe me Per fare qualche soldo fottendo me Non fotto con le benz pensa con te Chi parla dietro da me si chiama ratto Gang Ho amici stranieri che ti guardano strano Armani e carrera Givova e legea Figli dei capi dei capi Top gun scappo dai miei guai Con la squadra nel racket,facendo drippin Se sei loyal con me ti mostro i miei amici incazzati Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa aia piedi Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana Fare soldi mi calma,ma non mi vedi mai calmo Non faro mai una rapina Mon frère lascia scuola alla prima Ho la fame negli occhi lo vedi Mi vedi felice ma tanto non sai Ho il piatto vuoto penso come a riempirlo Riempire di soldi la dior bag Odio stare fermo odio chi parla dietro Parlare alle spalle indietro rimanete Conosco la strada tu chiamami scout Conosco persone che davvero fanno bang Stavo nella plaza conto soldi soldi casa di carta Fin quando sono vivo provo a portare gli states Mi sento come se nessuno fosse come me Come se nessuno parlasse di cash Balenciaga solo gucci e prada Me ne sbatto il cazzo non sono come te Quando sono stanco,duplico quel cash Ho amici francesi trap nella tour eiffel La faccia non puoi copiarcela facciamo 4real Festa giu in piazza mica dentro a un club Ah, Gang Ho amici stranieri che ti guardano strano Armani e carrera Givova e legea Amici siciliani,albanesi e francesi Voi vestiti di marca dalla testa ai piedi Quando andavo a scuola portavo la pana Se la vita mi cambia rimango sempre in piazza Non faro mai una rapina Mon frère lascia scuola alla prima
