Pourin the wock in a Liter
When we see opp bitch we squeezing the heaters
It's Raining the shells out of the two seater
While we bumpin Gucci all up through the speakers
You gotta learn but I ain't no Teacher
His body down like he had fever
We catchin everything like a receiver
You smell the vibes I'm smoking on reefer
She chew on wood I call her a beaver
That Bitch on the coke she snoring some Bieber
I'll take her soul im the grim reaper
Bad like karrueche that girl is keeper
She Pop her a perc now she is a sleeper
That green got me high I'm smokin with Peter
Look at you hoe that bitch is a eater
We chop your head that shit in the freezer
Off his head
In a bag get this Guap count this bread
He a Opp he the f*ckin feds
That nigga a rat he's six feet in dirt on top his bed
How you gonna trap but then end up a rat
How you gonna trap but then end up a rat
How you gonna trap but then end up a rat
How you gonna flip then stab my own back
How you gonna flip then stab my own back
How you gonna flip then stab my own back
That's just gonna end you up flat