1000 Bars

(Album: Im Havin 2 - 2016)

My mother she trapped off the beeper
I am no Nas, but this is my ether
I cop Margiela's like niggas buy sneakers
Mase with the chopper but Flippa's no preacher
Hot Boy like Juve, my chains are a freezer
I passed my classes 'cause I fucked all my teachers
Flippa McFadden, got bitches in bleachers
Don't listen to losers and watch out for leechers
Hi Tech my Faygo and cookied my trees
Uzi make you high step and do some high knees
Obey all my orders, she does as I please
She'll fall for anything just like some leaves
Paparazzi crazy but I hate cameras
Damage ya melon, I swear I got stamina
Trap always bunking like PeeWee John Dillinger
We wrap a brick and compress like a cylinder

Bags like an apple tree, I do the picking
I been the shooter, I can't do no missing
Since that bitch trust him, put her on a mission
She bought the 8 ball just like I'm Cal Ripken
I own the trap and it's none of your business
I own the trap and it's none of your business
White boy, your white go just like this apprentice
Took so many bags, should be in the world book of Guinness

Hundred pack of Percs and a hundred pack of roofies
No cap or trap, put the brick in her coochie
She quick to bust it but she smell like sushi
And I came a long way to niggas that knew me
Back to the midget, I spray it with chemical
Metaphor, paraphrase, Flippa is too lyrical
Octopus chopper like it had some tentacles
Eat a bowl of cereal then scratch off the serial
We count the sack when I wake in the morning
There's no free promo, need cash when I'm touring
Deuce or better, so don't check what I'm pouring
First make it rain and then it starts pouring
Been gangster since Pre K, had a shank in my cubby
Been dabbing since 13, I never hit the Dougie
Trap day and night, call me Kid Flippa Cudi
It can get ugly like I practice rugby
Palm Beach County is the new chopper city
305 and I got Lauderdale with me
It can go down just like the old school Nitty
She bleached her pussy then tatted her titties
Safehouse downtown, I might shoot my enemies
Star Wars cookie, the trap is my nemesis
16 bitches in the back of the genesis
Bar after bar so you know I had finished it

Bags like an apple tree, I do the picking
I been the shooter, I can't do no missing
Since that bitch trust him, put her on a mission
She bought the 8 ball just like I'm Cal Ripken
I own the trap and it's none of your business
I own the trap and it's none of your business
White boy, your white go just like this apprentice
Took so many bags, should be in the world book of Guinness