Sega Trappin

(альбом: fourteen - 2016)

Niggas be some copies
Why these niggas loving thotties?
Niggas wanna watch me, niggas wanna fucking plot on me
Damn

Young Duwap at the trap for the allowance
Got a bad bitch, I took her home and now I'm drowning
Shorty got a fat ass, yeah that booty bouncing
Yes I thank God for the bands that I'm counting
Higher than a plane, I take flight on the mountains
Wake up in the morning just to see my accountant
Niggas sneak dissing on the goat, I won't allow it
Run up in his crib, take everything 'cause I'm childish

Rolling up blunts, back to back
You know I keep this Mac (Keep this Mac)
I blow it to yo' back (Yo' back)
It's gon' crack yo' neck (Crack yo' neck)
Ayy, wait a minute (Wait a minute)
Let me put some weed up in it (Some weed up in it)
Ayy, ayy, don't get offended (Don't get offended)
Ayy, you want some beef I'll send it, yuh

Bitch my chopper, [?]
Doing-doing-doing, hits in a red Ferrari
I'm off the lean, and I'm off the molly
Dr-Driving crazy in a Mazerati
Bad-Bad bitch with' designer shoes and a big booty and a nice body
Maga-Magazine clips, got the blunt dipped, and I got the pistol with' the shotty
Fly-Flying high like a seagull, my niggas tote desert eagles
You pull up it's over, my chopper gon' act evil
Pop a nigga like a pimple, aye, shoot it straight at his temple
My-My bullets gon' sizzle, man Iswear this shit too simple
My diamonds frosty like a igloo
My clips shooting on triple
My-My wrist so icy, it look like a crystal
I bought a dime, but I smoked a nickel
My pistol blowing, it sound like a whistle