Normal 12th Floor (feat. Devoo & Matt Thraxx)

Trap shit! Shout out my nigga Matt And my nigga Matt(slatt) And D Green in the back (He smashing)I'm tryna, what, I'm tryna, what What, I'm tryna beat it up Bad bitch her ass fat I'm tryna beat it up She like damn another blunt Bitch, you ain't geeked enough And she a bad hoe from the Burbs I'm tryna eat it up She a freak hoe and she tatted Tryna see what's up And she a freak hoe from the rack I'm tryna see what's up With all this money on my mind I cannot leave these bucks You niggas sippin' on that wine I'm sippin' on that stuff And I'm just tryna get a mill Not tryna fall in love You niggas always tryna kill You niggas need a hug Or a kiss or some Go f*ck your bitch or some And I be talkin' shit about your bitch My homie hit or some 23 on my back like Mike I'm always gonna win me some Yeah, this that real trap shit, nigga F*ck the beef, I don't want that shit Your bitch keep lookin' at me, she gon' get this dick, yeah Titties sittin' good, ass sitting right Yeah, and her future lookin' bright If she rockin' with a real nigga like me Smoked a little weed, took her to the party She take lookin' good as if it's a fuckin' hobby Hangin' with them niggas that'll cook you like hibachi Yeah, they'll, cook you like hibachi Got a bad bitch and she look like Sukihana All my niggas loaded and you know them niggas grimy All your homies comin' through the back, niggas slimy And it's that real trap shit While you posting on the gram This that real raq shit, nigga We got them real sacks, bitch, nigga And we shop at Saks Fifth, nigga Yeah, nigga Yeah Niggas postin' on the block, niggas lame tho I got hoes, I got bitches, I got I got hoes, I got bitches, I got fame, now And all this money on my mind, I can't change, hoe Niggas postin' on the block, niggas lame tho Niggas postin' on the gram, niggas hoes Niggas bitches on the gram, niggas hoes I Got money, I got za, (uh) Got money, I got za, (uh)