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Just made a couple bands on the stove Ooh goddamn, I'm a trap star Flippin' them things real quick, woo Got 'em all fast like a Nascar Whippin' that dope with my right hand Left hand strapped up, nigga I don't play like that Some the fuck nigga some stepped-on work Bro what he say 'bout that? Brrt brrt brrt, phone keep banging all day and all night Ooh goddamn, what you hit 'em with the fit and all? Nigga got the fiends out, high as a kite Watch how I'm flippin' this shit so fast Puttin' that rock in the shake with the bag Shit so good make a dopehead mad And I finessed, damn my bad Made a couple bands on that pot, boy Tryna take me off this shot, boy Like Lil Wayne I'm a hot boy Say that you is but you not, boy Sold a fuck nigga some fucked up work I'm blocking his number as soon as I skrrt Nigga want grams so I sold him some dirt Sold him some Tylenol, told him it's percs Just made some bands in the kitchen Make a nigga want to stay in the trap SongtexteOn the pot with the goddamn chicken Lil nigga what you know 'bout that? Had to learn how to work my wrist Had to learn how to scrape that pot Had to learn how to get the straight drop Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good ass reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good ass reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing Remember I was out al night tryna sell them lil ass eight balls, that shit crazy Lil ass bags, tryna get four hundred off that, man the fiends really used to hate me Then I started stepping my game up Started killing them fiends with the big bags On the pot tryna make that flip so goddamn hard Fuck around, make my wrist mad Open up shop, now I'm banging Got clientele on the flip phone I don't care who was working that block Competition, nigga you get shit on Trappin' so hard, it was dangerous None of these niggas can hang with us if you ain't ready Jumped off the porch on my own Sellin' them drugs on my own, mama ain't let me I'm on the block like yeah I got dimes of the hard And my lil mans got that soft Nigga come 'round tryna hit some sales We don't know him then nigga we takin' him off Yeah this the life of a dope boy Young nigga on the block, so what? You ain't never come out, you a ho boy Fuck 12, we don't give no fucks, nigga Just made some bands in the kitchen Make a nigga want to stay in the trap On the pot with the goddamn chicken Lil nigga what you know 'bout that? Had to learn how to work my wrist Had to learn how to scrape that pot Had to learn how to get the straight drop Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good ass reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good ass reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, nigga my phone keep ringing Aus Songtexte Mania