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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Ha Fizzle, go Za, my body don't focus Really been runnin' up commas, you notice? Right on the block where I'm posted How he a trapper, play sports, and a poet? (Huh?) 1017, I'm with Wop and them boys Fizzle a minor, but far from the boards Still in the hood, goin' fast in them tours Straight out the woods, hear that shit in my voice (Ew) Step in, step out, one feet in the industry, one in the trap Backside stretchin', I'm doggin' her out Teach you a lesson, that's just like the math Calculate, pound after pound after pound Re-up, I get 'em gone outta town Feet up, step on a nigga, he frown So Icy Fizzle, the talk of the town, on God I'm from the bottom, I beat all the odds I watched scammers get rich off fraud Glock .43 front seat when I ride Lean to the side, after robbin', I slide (Damn) Straight out the jungle, that youngin' survived That hunger and hustle, it's stuck in his eyes Switch on the blick, now it rapidly firin' SongtexteClaimin' they step, but niggas be lyin', on God Feelin' like the man when I step in Ridin' in the Trackhawk, you know I keep the FN Ice all over my neck Make you wanna find which car had a wreckin' Old girl thick as my drink Let her come chill in the trap with the dope man Tell the lil' nigga, "Don't play with me" Nigga, I'm the boss, you the motherfuckin' doorman (Wow) Know I got drip like a sink Bitch, I'm with Guwop, I might just go buy me a mink Nigga, I don't cap, I trap Before the deal, I had that ice on my link Put this shit all in my mouth So Icy my grill, nigga might freeze up the drink Nigga reach for it, he'll die Bitch, I'm a soldier, I should go buy me a tank Move like a top boy, yeah, a real trap nigga Move on your block, make it real, real hot Grinnin' like, "Boy, what's wrong with that phone?" Gotta turn the ringer off 'cause it never, ever stop Know I make the hotline bling Bust down Cartier, know I had to freeze up the watch MVP of the trap, nigga might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot (Go, on God) Gucci Mane the real La Flare and we do real big business here (Huh?) I turn men to millionaires, leave with two gold souvenirs (Bling) Coke all in my fingernails, all white like some new veneers (White) I trapped out my younger years, my mama shed so many tears (Mama) He done took too many pills, he don't even know how to feel (Huh?) Try to meme us, don't wanna live, brains all on the steering wheel (Yuck) Guwop, I'm a valley boy (Wop), but not from that Cali, though (Cali) Bouldercrest my addy, ho ('Crest), this shit just like DeKali', oh (Kali', oh) Niggas never play with me with all them fuckin' local jokes (Local) My plug don't even speak no English, bitch, this ain't no local dope (No) Got the type of millions make your kinfolk start trippin' (Trippin') The way this money flippin', got my shooters ridin' Bentleys On God Aus Songtexte Mania