zero dark thirty

Racks touch down, let's go, yeah run up that bag, need more, yeah Bought all the pops out the store, yeah Unky got rich, sell coke, yeah Forkin' that pot, get a chain, yeah make yo' whole life change, yeah Trap door, back door, swing, yeah trap door, back door, swing, yeah Trappin', ain't dead, nigga scared, yeah traffickin', birds ducking fed case I'ma run up the racks till my legs break I'ma get so damn rich, ain't no headaches I'ma hittin this hoe, til the bed break Yeah, I'm givin' her dick till she can't take Yeah, it's coke residue on this damn plate, she gon' play with her nose till she stale mate I jump in the mosh the crowd, hypin' me up, Blurr hit the stage, your hoe pipin' me up Yeah, I ain't tryna kick it, we fuckin' or what, ain't really into you, just tryna nut Won't even remember you, I'm off of Xan my brother, off molly, so pardon my mans Real slick and slimy, we swole in the glans gun in my waistband, I'm holdin' my pants As soon as that bass hit, like, f*ck it, let's go I got on Maison from head to my toe Garments Margiela, Mihara my toe hire the money and fire a hoe Yeah, hey, hey, hey, dip my body in ice till that motherfucker glow Shoutout to Sosa, bitch, I'm in my glo started off little league, now I'm a pro Trap door, back door, swing, yeah Forkin' that pocket, get a chain, yeah Make your whole life change, yeah unky, got rich sell Caine, yeah Trap door, back door, swing, yeah Forkin' that pot, get a chain, yeah Walk in and out of the bank, yeah, Cop anything, cause my name good If you owe me money, don't want it, you good I know imma be blessed, cause I'm weighing' it good Give lil' mama a bag, cause she fuckin' me good only need, like, two blunts, cause this weed hittin good YOP