Trafficking them thangs its been fucking with my mind 250 came I got eight different kind Rap and trap, do it at the same time Oak Cliff nigga, handling business on Pine Sign a major deal, nigga, I come from selling dimes Got a couple bricks on my neck, ain't lying Get a nigga smacked for all that talkin' out of line Put her on a plane, that's how you know she mine Real roadrunner last six months, 500, it's a cold summer Phone still ringing off the hook, I been doing numbers Been on a million dollar run, last six summers Last time I looked at my account, seen \$600k All clean money, 448, I come from that triple beam money Nigga still bragging bout a hundred, he ain't seen money Walkin' round back, back pack full, both pockets swole I can tell them ain't the ones, nigga just off the nose Making profit off the highs, but I fuck with the lows Nigga ain't no rules in that trap, anything goes Nigga ain't no rules in that trap, get anything sold Bro, fuckin' with the yellow, so I came Rose Love this niggaa like my blood brother, work the same load Dead broke in that trap with the same clothes Trafficking them thangs its been fucking with my mind 250 came I got eight different kind Rap and trap, do it at the same time Oak Cliff nigga, handling business on Pine Sign a major deal, nigga, I come from selling dimes Got a couple bricks on my neck, ain't lying Get a nigga smacked for all that talkin' out of line Put her on a plane, that's how you know she mine