Trap and die

All you niggas fake and yall mad that I caught you, whole lotta money in the pot and they got to Basically you niggas sorry, money fast just like a roewe Run up on me and it kick just like karate My AK got grills so it bite down (bark) You niggas on my meat, yall need a pipe down (arf) chilling in a trap and we only sell (nercs) The beam on a gun tryna make you (restart) I'll spin again and again till it's dark Gun to his head turn him to a retard Picking all of y'all like the pick of the guitar yes I got the beam but It never miss AK on the side but It never miss Run up on me stupid and a gun hit you in your fist I got a pistol with a beam and a AK with a grill That's my cap that's for real Gun will put you in the grill Lay it back you need a chill Make that money from the veil Make that money from the hill Make that money from the kills I think we need to have our money kicked back Nicknack gun will really put you in a tic tac Sit back