Take heat, *** these niggas up Time I bite on focus, really been running no commas, you notice? Right on the block while I post it, high heeled trout placed worse than a poet 10-7-10 when we walk with them boys, feels a minor but far from the boys Still in the hood, gon' fasten them toys, straight out the woods, hear that *** in my voice Step in, step out, one feet in the industry, one in the trap Backside stretching, I'm dogging out Teach you a lesson, it's just like the mouth Calculate, pound after pound after pound Re-up, I get him going out of town Feet up, step on a nigga, he frown So icy, feels at the top of the town, I'm God I'm from the bottom, I beat all the odds I watch Scal, I'm getting rich off fraud Glock 43, front seat when I ride Lean to the side after robbing, I slide Straight out the jungle, that young'un survived That hun getting hussy, it's stuck in his eyes Switch on the blick, now he rapidly fine Claiming they still up, but niggas be lying, I'm God Feeling like a man when I step in Riding in the track hog, now I keep the FN Ice all over my neck Make you wanna find which car I had a wreck in Old girl think it's my drink Let her come chill in the trap with the dope man Tell the little nigga don't play with me Nigga, I'ma boss you the mother***ing dope man Know I got drip like a sink Bitch, I'm with Guapa, might just go buy me a mint Nigga, on cap, I trap, but for the deal I had that ice in my link Put this *** all in my mouth So icy, my grill Nigga, might freeze off the drink Nigga, reach for it, he'll die Bitch, I'm a soldier I should go buy me a tank Move like a top boy Yeah, real trap, nigga Move on your block, make it real, real hot Granny like, boy, what's wrong with that phone? Gotta turn the ringer off, cause it never, ever stop Know I make the hotline bling Bust down Cartier Know I had to freeze off the watch MVP of the trap Nigga, might pull up to the spot with a buzz down pipe Gucci, Mandorilla flare And we do real big business here I turn men to millionaires Leave with two gold souvenirs Coke all in my fingernails I'll write like some new veneers I trapped out my younger years My mama shed so many tears He'd into too many pills He don't even know how to feel Trap me much, don't wanna live Brands all on the steering wheel Grew up on my Valley boy But not from that Cali, though Vodacris my addy Hold this *** just like the Cali, yo Niggas never play with me With all them ***in' local jokes My flow don't even speak no English Bitch, this ain't no local dope Got the type of niggas Make your Kenfo start trippin' The way this money flippin' Got my shooters ridin' Bentley Got my shooters ridin' Bentley