Trap Man & Rob em' (feat. 3.5)

Ummm

Pardon my absence

I been on my trap shit

Skinny **** pockets on some fat shit

Say you flipping money is it front flips back flips

Oh you mean cash flips

Where they do that shit

That's right I'm back right

Like chiropractics

Act like you got act right

Or we get active

Ask ball all we do is ball we don't practice

Yea 8ball no pool hall when we rack em'

And we ain't trying to lift a **** car if we jack em'

And we ain't on no social shit at all if we at em'

Trust me honey you don't want to get involved when it's action

Can't judge a book but the cover

The story all in them chapters tell them rappers man

I'm so gone I'm way far than whatever level they on

They bitch blow like napalm while I blow trees like great storms

Tell the rap game just stay calm

They in good hands like State Farm

Throw my hoodie on like Trevaugn and I blackout like Akon it's ILLE

YEA

It's 3.5 what it is fam

Turn soft white into blue hundreds I sure can

Trap booming hard had to hire a door man

I'm where I'm supposed to be

You just fitting in

Me and Dot against you ****

That's a for sure win

Ain't got nowhere else to go so I'm going in

**** be scared to put in work but want to be a boss

Can't be around you **** I be feeling off

So used to the Zaza's I don't even cough

Your baby momma at my spot sending you off

Back to the scheduled program when she get me off

I'm lost

This money got me on a different road

I'm going back to get the things I couldn't get before

I watch the company I keep like a T.V show

And I won't miss a episode

The cocaine new but the money getting old