[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
How you do that Cujo?
Figurez made it
Yeah
[Chorus]
Trappin', cappin', super dabbin', bandin' out on Gucci jackets
Quater-pounder, ganja pack, I skretch that shit like it's elastic
Boy, you fake, I know you plastic, molly got her flabbergasted
Pull up with them .223 Russian AK's and automatics
[Post-Chorus]
Pussy super soakin', splashin' water on her Gucci shirt (Oh my God)
[?] Smith & Wesson, packin' dick inside the dirt (Oh my Lord)
Givenchy flavor drippin' on her Ferragamo mini-skirt (Yeah)
Thirty clip with .40 Glocks and semi-automatic bursts (Baow, pew)
[Verse]
Fuck all of that talkin' shit, you know lil' Melly shootin' first (Doot)
Catch a nigga slippin' and we bustin' at his ass off Perc's (Off Perc's)
.223's and MAC-11's, knock that boy right off the Earth (The Earth)
Yeah, that lil' boy a bitch, get a purse
Yeah, that lil' boy a bitch, get a purse (Get a purse)
Give them hoes some molly rock and watch them bitches smooch each other (Smooch each other)
Girl, your nigga broke, his pockets shorter than some coochie cutters (Coochie cutters)
Melly Posin', pistol totin', keep a pocket full of Trojans (Full of Trojans)
Her pussy soakin', bust it open, wetter than Pacific Ocean (Pacific Ocean)
Hit him with that F&N, now that boy body decomposin' (Mushroom)
Pop that pussy for my clique and you might get some self promotion (Mhm)
Draco for all the commotion, up this bitch with no emotion
Shorty got me overdosin', ride that dick, a roller-coaster (Oh)
Roller-coast that shit lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Pull up on him with a stick (A stick)
Melly baby, hittin' licks (Them licks)
Run in your house with the shits (The shits)
Yeah, I ride with them young jits (Them jits)
Them niggas be handlin' bricks (Bricks)
Them niggas be shippin' them pounds (Them pounds)
Them niggas got Glocks with fifty rounds (Rounds)
The young niggas pull up, don't make a sound (Lil' bitch)
Get it, repeat (Believe)
He wanna take a plea (What a bitch), I want Patek Philippe (Yeah)
I might just fuck on a freak (Freak), I wanna get back to me (Do you want him or just me?)
And I might get a jet-ski (Yeah)
Pussy so wet, need a jet-ski (Ski)
Yeah, that my bitch, bestie (Yes)
Hit that lil' bitch with the SK (My bitch)
Hit that lil' bitch with the SK (The Glock)
Smoke his ass, just like a ashtray (Pssh)
Ooh, damn, oh, damn, ho
I swear to god I'm 'bout my fam though (My fam though)
Feel like [?], finna [?] a nigga
Melly baby, tryna rap a nigga (Huh)
I'ma scammer, I'ma robber and a motherfuckin' trapper nigga
No, I am not no trapper nigga
And I think they just untapped a nigga (Huh)
The feds in a young niggas phone (Phone)
These bitches won't leave me alone ('Lone)
I think that she gone off Patrone
She gone off Patrone (Patrone)
What the fuck goin' on? (On)
Let me get back inside my zone (My zone)
And tell that bitch stop callin' my phone, yeah, my cellular
She eat the dick up like a pizone, when she eat it up (Ooh-oh)
Go and suck it slow, I don't want that bitch no mo'
Givenchy drippin' all over her sneakers (Huh)
Got molly and we whip it out the beaker (Out the beaker)
That's Melly jammin' through yo' fuckin' speakers (Yeah it is)
My bitch gon' set it off, no Queen Latifah (Yeah)
I'm smokin' now, I'm smokin' on that reefer (That loud)
You got it good, but I get the pound for cheaper (Okay)
We bust it down, we break the shit and then crumble it (Brumble it)
These niggas fallin', yeah, they crumblin'
[Chorus]
They trappin', cappin', super dabbin', bandin' out on Gucci jackets
Quater-pounder, gun to pack, I stretched that shit like it's elastic
Boy, you fake, I know you plastic, molly got her flabbergasted
Pull up with them .223 Russian AK's and automatics
