Trade Off

Never let a nigga tell you how to run yo trap Don't you ever let a nigga pull up on ya back Niggas pussy They be quick to hit a blind side Only thing that you gone need is that 9-iron My brothers come and drop you quick I ain't ever been the type to go and flip the script And if a nigga want some smoke Then imma up my shit Cause I ain't finna be the only one who out there dropping bitch Lot of niggas say they gang Til they cards start to fold Need to watch what you say Cause they'll trick you like a hoe Ion wanna play no games I be the one to buss ya nose Big Dawgs at the top When you see them totem poles Better run Cause if we gotta up it Better know that you done When it come to music Better know I'm the one Ion really got time for shit If it ain't about the paper I'm not hearing it All these niggas ever claim Is gang gang gang Til they locked in a box Hurt wit pain pain pain I ain't ever try and follow I stay in my lane All I see is copycats Filled with shame shame shame Stay with my migos like I'm take off Keep playing games won't make it to the play offs I could've put em on he wanted to stay off I don't sell shit I call it a trade off Smoking skywalker I see purple beams Prolly from my tent I see purple leaves Drink in my cup Move at turtle speed Just like Amazon I got what u need I got want you need All I need is the shipping Come on pay the price Cause the market always tripping Once the price doubles You be tripping bout it Right Only thing I keep is pressure I be smoking day and night Dog coming thru Like a missile on a mission Low coming through Like I'm Rodman from the pistons Bout to pull a D Rose The way I'm dunking on the beat Always keep my guard up Niggas Candy Hella sweet Twisted by the tongue Then I split it like a Twizzler She screaming she gone come Cause I eat it like a snicker Baby call me dum Cause she blow me off the liquor All I need is 10 minutes She'll be flowing like a river Thinking that you hot Could have you laying in the streets Twisting up some knots Won't ever make you a real G Play the part you got I won't let you step to me Better keep the social distance Cause I'm quick to f*ck the peace The B. I. E S T after double G's Fucking with my dawg means that u fucked with me Think my niggas Pussy Bitch won't u come and see This the big boy This ain't no AR P I don't know why niggas Keep thinking they are me Better come correct or imma mark u incomplete Make sure it's direct if what u say for me The bag I always need It got money trees Smoking on a money tree Think I'm boutta pass out Ran out of money trees Think it's time to cash out One thing bout the dawgs We gone rap our ass off