[Intro]
Now you know this is a Goth Money exclusive for you niggas and bitches
Shit, I'm finna do this shit live
You know, this shit live with that rap, you heard me?
This some real art right here
You feel me, this that one time only
(We trappin', for sure)
You feel me, feel me, nigga
Like, my lil cousin thirteen, feel me?
(Slammin' my 'Rari, I'm slammin' my doors)
On- You know what I'm sayin', shinin' on the block boy, you heard me?
Now you know it's Goth Money Records
[Verse]
Trappin', for sure (Trappin', for sure)
Pull up white 'Rari, I'm slammin' my doors, ay (Slammin' my doors)
Shorty sixteen, and she slangin' Yayo, ay (She slangin' Yayo)
My cousin thirteen, and he choppin' up crack, yeah (Trappin' up crack)
Countin' these racks, I don't know how to act, yeah (Don't know how to act)
My momma said "BLACK KRAY, you need to fall back", Damn (You need to fall back)
But momma, I'm young and I'm shinin', for sure, ay (Shinin', for sure)
All of my friends thuggin' on the Dirt Road (On the Dirt Road)
Prada bags, Burberry, said shorty want more, ay (Said shorty want more)
I just got money, wan' go to the mall, yeah, yeah (Wan' go to the mall)
Coppin' the mid pack, young nigga gon' smoke, smoke (Young nigga gon' smoke)
My girlfriends done left me, all of them was hoes, damn (All of them was my hoes)
So fuck it, I'm finna rob them with the chrome (Rob them with the chrome)
Slidin', I'm pullin' up, blastin' the chrome, ay (Blastin' the chrome)
Niggas they bitchin' 'bout me like my hoes, ay (Bout me like my hoes)
So fuck all my niggas, fuck them like a ho (Fuck them like a ho)
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