Oh shit, that boy Chris B. Cam too, Chris B. God damn! Tune in, I'm telling you, I'm dropping number, God Put it on the motherfucking gas, you hear me? Bizarre, bizarre, yeah I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothing but speed Left club 24 and blew it down 30 Pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent Yeah, that's my little shit, she Mrs. Perfect Yeah, in my pocket stuffed like a turkey I'm the motherfucking biggest, boy, let's make a bet I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck I'll pull up in some shit, I'll make your jaw drop Lemme yell a vet, come through looking like a cold drop You can't sit on my lap, baby, I pay too much for these jeans Michael Rolls, Royce Culley, blue inside like Listerine She say, daddy, when I'ma see you, I say, let me check my schedule I got 250K in 20s, cousin, look, bottom broke Bum-ass bitch, tell me where you live at Who me? I'ma get a sack like Khalil Mack Thinking about it now, I probably spend a half a mil on clothes I just went on tour, I gave away money at all my shows Oh, that's D-Low bidding the block, get your kids out the road I got a lot of dog shit on me, you better cover up your nose I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need Bitch, this a McLean, I can't do nothing but speed Love a club 24 and blew it down 30 Pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent That's my little shit, she Mrs. Perfect In my pocket, stuffed like a turkey I'm the motherfucking biggest, boy, let's make a bet I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck I got tired of foreign cars, foreign got a Chevy mounted Christmas, I told Santa Claus, just bring me a money counter Bro sees too many of his niggas, he put in a suit That's why that blick got a button I know I shouldn't be missing the family with business I still get a job than my cousin I'm out in London with a bad bitch, look like Tommy I pay to remove her gut Ask her cash, she make it clout She can make it talk instead Do CPR on the bando Who the fuck said trapping dead? Send a nigga straight to heaven Roll him up, then we in hell She bad as shit, don't hurt for nothing Shawty got her shit together My jeweler, he on speed dial I should slow down on his glitter Nine miles on that Maybach Pillar Guess this shit ain't what it seem No count Michael Jackson thriller Stuff a billion in my jeans I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need Bitch, this a McLean, I can't do nothing but speed Love a club 24 and blew her down 30 Pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent That's my little shit, she Mrs. Perfect In my pocket, stuffed like a turkey I'm the motherfucking biggest, boy, let's make a bet I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck I'm cleaning every stain as if you think about murdering me She was everything before she got her surgery Ride with $3 shots, I'm feeling like I'm Andre I popped a half a pill, now she look like Beyoncé Me and D-Lo pull up back to back Shit like Scoliosis Know I should've been the quarterback I got too much motion Most of these niggas ain't never slain no one But they know how to troll Cover my block, this shit like UFC This trap be full of bulls I'm in my Amish line in a Hurricane Like I'm Cameron O'Jacobs