Shit Wouldn't Happen

(Album: Trap God 3 - 2014)

First man out of jail man I bought me a bitch
Me a Keisha, smoking keisha cuz I'm handsome, she pretty
I got her lipstick all over me but stay on my business
Our killers playing hard, making love to a million
Let's make up, our calley on, look down when I'm pissed
Shoat like fory watter, three gang from bitches
When you may spreagle mean mine, I swear to God I was pimping
When Jesus first made me, man I swear to God I was trapping
If you ain't sit them cowards to me, did that shit wouldn't happen
That shit wouldn't happen
That shit wouldn't happen
You ain't sit them cowards to me, did that shit wouldn't happen
When Jesus first made me, man I swear to God I was trapping
You ain't sit them cowards to me, did that shit wouldn't happen

Rapping really is my passion, I'm really in this trapping
I'm on real screen nigga and I don't know how it happened
Always going baby Calley
Yeah I was getting that pack
I had to set whenever beat that, I don't nee4 no one to bag that
I had to be sheavy with the realest
I lie never plat
We go with the ice and bones and that was nah, nah
Maybe ninety, ninety seven, or just use behind
If you will get straight at niggas, you'll die as no friend of mine
Got them your niggas with me
I keep the haters with me
I don't make no move, unless I got the haters with me
Man they try come kill me
I feel just like fitty, I got fity up in my club
I wish a nigga tell me

Shout up the forty watter, malley watter, three different bitches
When you may sprinkle, you're mine
I swear to God I will trap it

If you ain't sit them cowards to me, did that shit wouldn't happen
That shit wouldn't happen
That shit wouldn't happen
When Jesus first made me, man I swear to God I was trapping
If you ain't sit them cowards to me, did that shit wouldn't happen