BFTD (Intro)

(Yeah bitch I back again) (Bitch it's the Trap again) All this youngin know is drip I cause a ruckus when I flip For all this for all this ice you need a pick For all this bread you need to knick I fling the dice out when I pitch This dope ain't cut don't need no stich That nigga down he need a mix I smoke on gas and reminisce You have a problem I could fix I walk with bread I walk with sticks Niggas goofy niggas pricks I plotting hard I need a flip Like a breaker I does flip I get them hooked I get them hipped Balling out boy I go dumb I throwing 4s I missing thumbs I smoke too much I need a lung You roll with us you drip or down He a bozo he a clown He get the sack I take him down I tour the city make some rounds Then check the plug and take some pounds I call a custy Sort him out Bitch ain't no wait I coming now Bitch this drip won't never stop You know the trap won't never close So much flavors Trick your nose So much haters, Pick your foes Lil shawty bad she my lil trophy I don't drink I smoking mostly Four L clutching, G-lock only Alley-oop I pass to brodie Then I switch it up cause I get the recipe Niggas be hating Trying get the best of me Keep me the glizzy bitch that's a necessity I wish you would try me get ace like the SAT I dripping alot like a mop out a bucket You ain't see the glizzy just know that I tuck it I spin me some grams of the glue I like f*ck it Stop all that talking nigga just hush it Touch on the block and I trap with the bros When you see the youngin just know you see 4s She see the drip and she ask me to top it She see the glock and she ask me to pop it Save me some cash for days when it rainy I stay on a play the kid is not lazy I stay in my lane mind the business that pays me The star of the team they won't ever trade me Bitch this the youngin I back from the dead I selling the gas and counting my bread Bitch I a winner I off with the bread If you diss the gang then it's off with your head Four L the gang We don't go for games tho They know I bang They calling me Fredo I play with some guns the same kind that's in halo I run in your trap put the gwap on the table The youngest in it but I spit like a vet They want me to lose put the money up bet I smoking on loud I don't do cigarette And bitch I like nike I do it for the check Back from the dead I feel like a zombie Stay with protection the glizzy stay on me They say she a scammer but she cannot scam me Lollipop bitch I does call shawty candy Clearing my head take a trip to the O Gang pick me up he say nigga you home Sober for hours ask bro where the gas at He say you tripping I stay with the gas pack He show me the cash And that's where I blast at It's covid-19 boy where your mask at We on a play but this ain't no class act I ball too hard bitch I need me a contract All this youngin know is drip I cause a ruckus when I flip For all this for all this ice you need a pick For all this bread you need to knick I fling the dice out when I pitch This dope ain't cut don't need no stich That nigga down he need a mix I smoke on gas and reminisce