Trap Vibes

Turn me up some, Cruz

I told Barcelini if them **** hatin' they gonna suffer

I'm going up a hundred everyday, you know how I play

Skinny **** in the Benz truck

Swinging though like a nunchuck

Summertime bring them 30s out

Tell Cool put the sticks up

Wait hold up, hold up

How can **** go against us?

Cold pussies wouldn't even shoot us

See us roll on 'em like a lint brush

Still moving out them bandos

We ain't even to the bricks though

Couple hundred, we gonna vac seal 'em

Just to ride with 'em like a Brinks truck

Wait, wait, wait

Louboutins and the wrist bust

Bitch, you claiming I done been for?

We ain't even got trip, bruh

In the trenches in the Maybach

Fuck, I even got the tint for?

I'm the only **** got one

Who the the fuck I gotta hid from?

Barcelini riding shotgun

Shooters with him, nevermind ****

Young **** on Sigel street

Work to Mack, they rock something

Wait (Wait)

North side of Philly, my side of town

Bullet proof whip when I ride around

**** talk shit when I'm not around

Wouldn't tell you that we run the city

But we moving, gotta say we jogging now

Hit the city and we running down

Ain't no running now, **** out of bounds

Plug this, plug that

**** rapping, they ain't never sold nothing

Hold this, hold that

I ain't letting these **** hold nothing

Summertime, **** copping foreign whips

You can tell the Lord coming

Put my name on the flyer

All the trappers, all the bad hoes coming

**** dick riding other ****

That's a trend now

I'm still rocking with the same chasers I've been around

Got so much worked out we might slim down

I'm so popping all my haters turn friends now

Diamonds dancing like Mike Jackson

Shit shining like Mike's jacket

Moonwalkin' in a Rolls Royce

Through the rearview, see my life backwards

Percocets, popped two tens on a twenty, **** now

I ain't active

So wavy, **** I ain't rapping

Can't tell me that I ain't swagging, no way

This summer right here ****

We going up

Letty, sleady

Philly

I'm with broads in Atlanta

Bunch of drugs in the Fanta

Bunch of guns in the Phantom

Spending money like a scammer

My young **** in the kitchen whipping

Whipping, living large at the hammer

Ducking large and and the scammers

Free my dogs out the slammer

Black car, panther

Shorty call, never answer

Twenty foreigns in the mansion

Diamonds on my and they dancing

I don't really understand rappers

**** jumping on bandwagons

All these bands got my pants sagging

Sixty-threes on the Benz wagon

Sixty-twos on the Maybach

Bitch, I'm coming for the payback

Sixty-twos in the pot, ****

Tryna whip it up and bring it way back

You in the club and spending your cop money

All on the Gram acting like that you got money

We looking at you like you need to stop money

You killing yourself with that lil half of block money

I got that got to the mall and get what I want paper

You the type hoping I fall, that's what you want, hater

Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater

These suckers gon hate you no matter

You broke or you own paper

Hundred bands, add it up

We getting money, they mad at us

At the jeweler buying more Rollies

I don't think these **** man enough

Fuck them ****, shit we stunting on em

****, they ain't got nothing on us

**** that we never fuck with

Running and tell 'em people that we fronted on 'em

**** made me put a hundred on ya

Do your dirty, put the drummer on ya

Shots never stopping, pop, pop, pop, pop

We'll run up on you

Dead bodies, homicide

Head shot, momma cry

Cops looking, got an alibi

Lawyer money, ****, buying time

Hold!

They hit my **** Chino in his head

Hold!

Took him to my **** ain't dead

No!

Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did

Ho!

Blowing the racks, we evaded the Gram

All black Panamera

White bitch named Samantha

White and black, she a panda

White and black, she a panda

Whipping the

I should have just run with the rest