Trap Vibes

Turn me up some Cruz I told Barcelini if them niggas hating they gon suffer I'm goin up a hundred every day You know how I play! Skinny nigga in the Benz truck Swinging through like a nunchuck Summertime bring them 30s out Tell Cool put the sticks up Wait hold up, hold up How can niggas go against us? Cold pussies wouldn't even shoot us See us roll on em like a lint brush Phil moving out them bandos We ain't leaving til the brick's done Couple hundred, we gon vac seal em Just to ride with it like a Brinks truck Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust Bitch you claiming I done been fuck You ain't even gotta trip, bruh In the trenches in the Maybach Fuck I even got the tint for? I'm the only nigga got one Who the fuck I gotta hide from? Barcelini riding shotgun Shooters with him, nevermind nigga Young niggas on Sigel Street Word to Mack, they'll rock something Wait, wait! North side of Philly my side of town Bulletproof whip when I ride around Niggas talk shit when I'm not around Wouldn't tell you that we run the city But we moving, gotta say we jogging now Hit the city and we running down Ain't no running now, niggas out of bounds Plug this, plug that Niggas rapping, they ain't never sold nothing Hold this hold that I ain't letting these niggas hold nothing Summertime, niggas copping foreign whips You can tell the Lord coming Put my name on the flyer All the trappers, all the bad hoes coming Niggas dickriding other niggas, that's a trend now I'm still rocking with the same Chasers I've been round Got so much work out we might slim down I'm so popping all my haters turn friends now Diamonds dancing like Mike Jackson Shit shining like Mike's jacket Moonwalking in a Rolls Royce Through the rearview, see my life backwards Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active So wavy, nigga I ain't rapping Can't tell me that I ain't swagging, no way This summer right here, nigga We going up Litted, it's litted Philly! I'm with broads in Atlanta Bunch of drugs and the Fanta Bunch of guns in the Phantom Spending money like a scammer My young niggas in the kitchen whipping Whipping, living large at the hammer Ducking large and the scammers Free my dawgs out the slammer Black car, panther Shorty call, never answer 20 foreigns in the mansion Diamonds on me and they dancing I don't really understand rappers Niggas jumping on bandwagons All these bands got my pants sagging Six threes on the Benz wagon 62s on the Maybach Bitch I'm coming for the payback 62s in the pot, nigga Tryna whip it up and bring it way back You in the club and spending your cop money All on the Gram acting like that you got money We looking at you like you need to stop money You killing yourself with that lil half a block money I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper You the type hoping I fall, that's what you want, hater Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater These suckers gon hate you no matter you broke or you own paper Hundred bands, added up We getting money, they mad at us At the jeweler buying more Rollies I don't think these niggas man enough Fuck them niggas, shit we stunting on em Niggas, they ain't got nothing on us Niggas that we never fuck with Run and telling people that we fronted on em Nigga made me put a hundred on you Do you dirty, put the drummer on you Shots never stopping, pop, pop, pop, pop We'll run up on you Dead bodies, homicide Head shot, mama cry Cops looking, got an alibi Lawyer money, nigga, buying time Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his head Hold! Took him to my nigga ain't dead No! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did Ho! Blowing the racks, we evaded the Gram All black Panamera White bitch named Samantha White and black, she a panda White and black, she a panda Whipping the... rock with the I should have just run with the rest