[Intro]
Nine bands, break down off of one P
Fly to Cali', we gon' trap out the BNB
Been had the racks nigga, this ain't no EDD
Momma called me, say she see me on BET
(Surfgang bitch)
[Chorus]
Nigga, chain go bling
Nigga, bust down rings
(Surfgang)
Smokin' dope [?] my chest sting
Run to the guap, I might pull a hamstring
OG cause' my folk so I am doin' my damn thing
It say Off White on my shoestring
I'm off of the drank now I'm havin' mood swings
(Real trap shit)
Diamonds hittin' like they in a boxin' ring
Still trappin', I be flippin' the lean
Flexin' that lil' money, that ain't nothin' to me
I fuck up a check, make it back in a week
[Refrain]
Nine bands, break down off of one P
Fly to Cali', we gon' trap out the BNB
Been had the racks nigga, this ain't no EDD
Momma called me, say she see me on BET
(Damn son, where'd you find this)
Nigga, chain go bling
Nigga, bust down rings
Smokin' dope so my chest sting
Run to thе guap, I might pull a hamstring
OG cause' my folk so I am doin' my damn thing
It say Off White on my shoestring
I'm off of thе drank now I'm havin' mood swings
[Verse]
Poured a eight now I'm stuck
That's a $2,500 cup
I used to be broke now I'm up
I'm pullin' up, M kit, beamer truck
Three-gram Backwood, ain't smokin' no Dutch
I'm takin' my time with this shit, ain't no rush
What I make in a day you gon' make in a month
Trappin' and rappin' I got it on lock
When I'm in the stu' cookin' heat like a crockpot
Honeycomb AP dancin', it pop-lock
I'm countin' some new hunnids', eatin' on lamb chops
I came with the stick, this shit lookin' like Black Ops
Might get fly to just sit in the trap spot
If you keep goin' you gon' hit the jackpot
High as hell bitch I feel like a astronaut
[Chorus]
Nigga, chain go bling
Nigga, bust down rings
Smokin' dope so my chest sting
Run to the guap, I might pull a hamstring
OG cause' my folk so I am doin' my damn thing
It say Off White on my shoestring
I'm off of the drank now I'm havin' mood swings
Diamonds hittin' like they in a boxin' ring
Still trappin', I be flippin' the lean
Flexin' that lil' money, that ain't nothin' to me
I fuck up a check, make it back in a week
[Refrain]
Nine bands, break down off of one P
Fly to Cali', we gon' trap out the BNB
Been had the racks nigga, this ain't no EDD
Momma called me, say she see me on BET
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