Traptaculair

I set the wave I set the standards Ice out the chains F*ck on the baddest I turned the crib Into a palace These niggas hate But i got no malice I got that shit Look like met gala Drip everywhere I don’t got no manners I sell the drip Nigga I’m fashion Look at these chains I don’t need no cameras Mardi grai These bitches be flashing When you this icy You don’t need a Caption These niggas is hating So they got me bragging These bitches weren’t choosing So they got me dragging Look at my pockets Wit out the back end Bentley the truck When we back in Back in the Six I’m back in that action New chain every week I’m feeling like migos Need me six commas Followed by zeros I’m not a role model I’m not no hero They playing gangsta Al pachinco You keep the pills Roll the weed though I took the diesel Mixed with gelato Back to back Looking like train smoke Smoking that brown Call it Antonio Niggas be capping on salary Hold that’s a salary cap If i just bought her that body then F*ck it we taking it back Calling the game like romo They internet beefing for promo You look up to them n they hoes bro You follow the trend but don’t know though Who it came from Sosa