[Intro]
Straight drop shit, nigga
What's your trap doin', nigga?
Trap check
[Verse 1]
Just scored me some dope and I got me some reefer
Gotta get a new door 'cause they called the people
I could drive it but the whip is cheaper (Pick it up)
Fuck a bitch, man, it's cheaper to leave her (Bye)
Rollie watch, we don't do Geneva (Rollie watch)
I got so many stripes like a bengal
I made two-hundred thousand off of features (DrumGod)
46's have you fuckin' the teacher
[Chorus]
Remember me, bitch? I'm the cool kid
Watch on my wrist like a pulpit
Glock on my hip with the coolant kit
Left that new bitch, she be bullshittin'
All on my back like I'm doin' shit
That's all on my back, bitch, you bullshittin'
Remember them QT's were two-fifty
Get you one now for one-twenty
[Verse 2]
One-twenty for the QT, you can pull up
Smokin' that gas, this shit like a pull-up
Inhalin', coughin', all in my chest
Three or four chains all on my neck
My watch and my bracelet coolin', Freddy Krueger on the earring
When I talk, you can hear me and see me
No lights tonight, got a young nigga cheesin'
Down good on the freebies, a nigga too greasy
Fuck them lil' niggas, I heard they was schemin' (Fuck 'em)
Must've forgot I'm a demon (Ayy)
Pull up and show you a Glock and a demon
Hundred some shots while they dreamin'
Standin' in they chest, I'm cocky, I got plenty favors
Bitch, I got plenty paper
I don't even peel the paper
When it coems to this trap shit, I'm calculating
Been had the plug so they had to hate me
All of the trappers congratulate me
We was 13, 14 on the block
Nigga, we was havin' paper (Facts)
Fifty thousand up in Vegas
Top chef with the table
All in LA with the Lakers
Ain't no rocks, gotta shake 'em
[Chorus]
Remember me, bitch? I'm the cool kid
Watch on my wrist like a pulpit
Glock on my hip with the coolant kit
Left that new bitch, she be bullshittin'
All on my back like I'm doin' shit
That's all on my back, bitch, you bullshittin'
Remember them QT's were two-fifty
Get you one now for one-twenty
Remember me, bitch? I'm the cool kid
Watch on my wrist like a pulpit
Glock on my hip with the coolant kit
Left that new bitch, she be bullshittin'
All on my back like I'm doin' shit
That's all on my back, bitch, you bullshittin'
Remember them QT's were two-fifty
Get you one now for one-twenty
