Back On Tour

Long live $cams (let's go, go, go) ShittyBoyz (Meech) ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Tell me why they cap like they get paid for (why they cap?) My BabyTron 'bout to go on another tour This time we bought Certified Trapper, let's score (ayy, ayy) I couldn't go broke 'cause I'll get my money out a whore (for real) Hop in the coupe, make the pedal hit the floor Bitch want allowance, she don't ever do no chores (for real) I'ma be a hood nigga, straight on the fourth Off an eight, got a nigga late to the awards The trunk in the front, the motor in the back To everybody who doubted me, I'm gettin' racks I heard you niggas broke, don't tell me that's facts A hundred 'bows sold in one day, close the trap I could make a forty in a day, no cap If it ain't a sealed eighth of Morty, nigga, I ain't tryna rap The lil' bitch super skinny ass, ain't tryna clap Brodie put him on a shirt, nigga wasn't tryna rap Get split with some particles Man, them news reporters on my dick in them articles Bitch, I'm out on bail for a switch and my arsenal If your mans told, you a bitch, that's a part of you Your mans a mouse, you must be keyboard B30s run a size small, now my feet sore Catch me in the field, in my zone like a three-four Could never give a bitch my all, not even three fourths (nope) How the f*ck you say it's beef? You got a clean fork (ham) Akhi tryna slaughter pigs, but he don't eat pork (brrt) Loaded bank account, but I'll still come and freeze yours Fully-modded TRX, you ever heard a beast roar? Get him from around me, I heard he poor They thought I was there, but I wasn't, that's the decoy And you can come work for us, nigga, 'cause we employ And niggas ain't have no real money since the unemployment By time the PPP came, I had a half a ticket saved And I ain't lyin' 'bout shit, I put that on my granny grave (for real) Money so old, it's damn near my daddy age And I could blow it all today, I know it's already made, ayy What's a hundred thousand? Bricks layin' everywhere like we flippin' houses Put a cool fifty in your car, we don't shoot at houses Get on tip with this motherfuckin' blick, get to puttin' down shit Fifty on the whip on some just to get around shit Ridin' Sprinter trippin', the Militia got a pound lit Catchin' plays with my lil' bitch, told her, "Count this" VVs in my black buffs, trapper bust the brown sticks I don't want no rap ho, I want a down bitch Since a nigga at the top, you on the ground, bitch Hit that shit one time, I need another round, bitch It get real smoky in the lab 'cause them pounds in (Meech) When Meech on the beat you gotta let it breathe If I went wearin' my kit, I bet you'd hella freeze Talkin' 'bout some 'za, you dead wrong, boy, you sellin' seeds I ain't ask your life story, why you tellin' me?