Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro

Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low

Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows

I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes

Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro

Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low

Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows

I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes



Pockets on swole, while I'm strapped up with that pole

That is how I roll, every time I hit the road

In and out of town, we was juggin' off them pounds

Couldn't wait to break it down, and turn 10K to 20 thou

I'm the shit, haters pissed, ah, rap God in this bitch

I'm on top, haters watch, I know hella nigga's sick

Ain't no doubt, I got clout, been had bitches on my dick

f**kin' thotties, catchin' bodies, I was really with the shits

I let your boo slide in my whip, she put my tool in her lips

And I promise I don't smoke, but I'm gettin' blew behind the tent

When I cut, she think she dreamin', Freddy Krueger in this bitch

I do got chips, but these hoes don't get no moolah from a pimp



Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro

Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low

Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows

I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes

Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro

Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low

Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows

I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes



Way before this rap, I was gettin' it out the trap

Pushin' packs and buyin' straps, play with my money and get whacked

I spit facts, I don't act, bitch I've been about my dough

They used to ask how much my dro

Now it's "how much you charge a show?"

Times was hard, had no job, I was gettin' it out the mud

Hit my plug, pray to God I don't get caught with the bud

I was doin' it for my squad, I was doin' it for my blood

Tryna bubble like some suds, me, my pistol and the drugs

I'm Steph Curry with the Glock and if I lurk you gon' get popped

Had to murk a couple opps while I was workin' to the top

These bitches thirsty cause I'm hot, won't fill your purse up with no guap

Bitch you ain't work for what I got, and you ain't make these verses hot



Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro

Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low

Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows

I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes

Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro

Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low

Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows

I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes