Vaxuum Sealed
(专辑: Sorry We Was Trapping - 2022)
Boy (Meech) Man I
ain't gon' lie, I
ain't shit without my vacuum seal Young nigga slap dope and I
tax on pills Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I
was twenty-one when I
had a
quarter mil' Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill You was a
bitch back in the
day, you a
ho still Heard the
block got too hot, trap out the
hotel Mix the
cheese with the
beef like it's Rotel Get your bitch, she on my D-I Yeah, I
be with five niggas, bitch, like I'm B.I. (On Bloods) Made a
hundred thou' on the
road in a
Nissan Had niggas running 'round giving tips like they T.I. Kinky freaky bitch, I'm pulling down her knee-highs I
watched her snort three lines, Adidas She let me fuck, then I
threw her ass the
peace sign Man, these niggas sell they soul for a
cosign I'll turn your bag up like a
doorknob I
sent her out with the
dog, that's a
blowjob Nigga all on my dick, that's his ho job I
done ran through more scripts than Beaumont Get the
bag to you quick in a
Jimmy Johns Who done caught more bodies than 50 shh The
load on timeout, I
keep it quiet for the
vacuum seal She say she want that new Saint Laurent on the
back of the
heels I
love it when she suck dick and moan, yeah, it turn me up Five, six, seven Perc', bitch, yeah, I'm booted up She said can she hold somethin'? Told a
bitch to hold these nuts Spread them legs, get on the
bed, baby, yeah, I
love to fuck I
ain't gon' lie, I
ain't shit without my vacuum seal Young nigga slap dope and I
tax on pills Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I
was twenty-one when I
had a
quarter mil' Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill You was a
bitch back in the
day, you a
ho still Heard the
block got too hot, trap out the
hotel Mix the
cheese with the
beef like it's Rotel On the 7
with a
thigh pad like I'm Mike Vick Blicky in the
other pocket, better not try to try shit Oversized Helmut Lang, Mike Amiris tight fit Pint of Wock', zip of Runtz, chilling, on my high shit Boy, who not trippin'? 2016, she wouldn't fuck, but now I
got chicken You dressing up for the
hoes, I'm in the
Crocs with it Shooter down bad, so he gon' hit him in his top with it Thirty shots the
fully way, now he on Fox with it Shit, that's some bad news Thousand-dollar Bape, show my ass like a
baboon Christian Loubs on my feet, finna flash blue Gen5 with me even when I'm in the
bathroom 201, 101, I
got a
puncher with me This is not a
Scatpack, it's a
fucking kitty Hellcats, hellcats, fucking up the
city Ride around dolo, but I
got another hundred with me Fell asleep off the
drugs, woke up to a
package Wake up and get my pros up, it's a
habit, huh I
ain't gon' lie, I
ain't shit without my vacuum seal Young nigga slap dope and I
tax on pills Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I
was twenty-one when I
had a
quarter mil' Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill You was a
bitch back in the
day, you a
ho still Heard the
block got too hot, trap out the
hotel Mix the
cheese with the
beef like it's Rotel