Trapboy

I got work up in my system when I walk down on nigga Got that chopper on my side I don't need no fucking pistol Hollow tips rip Through his skin I can hear it pop N sizzle In the back Maybach counting the racks in the back of the trap I was flipping the packs Me n Marc in the booth and smoking on opps We got all the toys put switches on Glocks Put a beam on his and he ducking the smoke If I clutch on the trigger he bucking for sure You claim you brother but won't hit a drill Wasn't paying football but I'm up in the field I'm married to money turned twenties to hundreds Bitch I ain't even stunting Pop out wit a glock and they get to running Ain't really into the fronting Ain't beefing wit niggas aint beefing wit bitches you tuff on the gram till my team sending Missiles my chopper romantic it seen em and kissed em when bullets start flying man he Start to panic was whipping a scat now my whip Panoramic got so many tools they think I'm a mechanic brown in my skin but Im not Hispanic Hit it one time bitch I'm a cranic Ayy bitch I'm a crank it up hit it one time and Im spanking you I doin the time and I'm getting the cash like bitch you know that I'm banking out I get the cash amount I got that cash flow Man I f*ck on a bad bitch yeah I f*ck on a bad hoe I got work up in my system when I walk down on nigga Got that chopper on my side I don't need no fucking pistol Hollow tips rip Through his skin I can hear it pop N sizzle