Long Live Sensei

Trap do a number, really move a bag Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag Racks on me, I don't need no advance Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash All my bitches, got a fat ass Freak hoes, suck the dick off the xan Take that nigga off, he won't stand a chance Up the fye on him, pop him and his mans Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag Racks on me, I don't need no advance Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash Whoa, whoa I'm the young OG's, but callin' shots the sensei Got the got drop on the op, youngins pull up and they infiltrate Real shooters quick to whack a nigga, before they get paid Real shooters quick to whack a nigga, for a lil' stain Money make the world go around I took risk to elevate I'm in the coupe, doin' the dash, smokin' gas, tryin' to meditate Bad bitch suck my dick so good, damn near crashed on the interstate I just popped two addies, cause it's hard for me to concentrate Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag Racks on me, I don't need no advance Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash Sleepin' on the floor, that K right next to me Had roaches on the table, barely had shit to eat No I ain't have cable, so I tuned in to the streets I tuned in to the streets, the streets the livest I ever seen Goin' against the grain made a man out me I took a couple niggas off, just to gain profits I'm swingin' sticks when I get active call it playin' hockey Gotta smack them freak hoes till they squirt just like a water fountain I did some dirt inside them trenches, no you wouldn't know non 'bout it And if I told you what I did, then you won't come around Got shooters plottin' on a op they ready to catch a body I turned my main into a trapper whatever you need she got it Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag Racks on me, I don't need no advance Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag Racks on me, I don't need no advance Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash