(feat. Boss) 



[talking:] 

Mr. Rogers huh, fuck em up this time around homie 

Hard on these motherfucking tracks, let's get on em huh 



[Hook: x4] 

Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape 

Thirty minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake 



[Trae:] 

Still sitting on the white bricks, while they wrapped up in duct tape 

In the do' panel of the rental car, finna slide the Interstate 

I'm grinding and I heard that it was a drought, and the FED's was on they way to sweep 

Even if they was, Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week 

But dig this here homie, I'm only out here trying to get it 

Every couple of months, I'm trying to stack another ticket 

Quit it then I move around, so these niggaz don't know my bidness 

Give my brother K my sister P, the work until the finish 

Plus I got Columbian connects, to fuck a nigga price off 

And they know it's real, fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off 

Never seen the Federal Pen, and I don't plan on getting by one 

Material witness come, I load the talons and I fly one 

I holla at the Snowman, when I feel it need to snow 

And if it pump we gon jump to the mood, and work it then resco' 

For trappers that's all they know, and we gon shine it when the time is right 

Duck off in the day and move at night, cause you know we still 



[Hook x4] 



[Boss:] 

Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood 

I ain't no motherfucking fool, I wish these bitch niggaz would 

Got birds strapped under the hood of my low-low, middle finger pointed up for the po-po 

Got that pistol grip pump in my lap, riding out on the solo 

Got a call for three 9's, but I don't sell no pistols 

I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks, with them crystals 

Cocainia hit em like missles, when they snort that first line or two 

Take over the whole neighborhood, is what I'm trying to do 

So I don't do no cutting, when it comes to this work 

When trouble come the pump'll start barking, but it won't chirp 

But I been waiting for one of you niggaz, to get out of line 

I'ma start hitting niggaz, up in the line one at a time 

With that H.G.C. like, Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's 

Under the street lights, trying to get rid of the rest of this whizzite 

All it take is one whistle, and the homies is coming 

I strapped all them niggaz up, so when they get hit ain't cutting cause I been 



[Hook x4]