still trippin

Fuck, I look like putting 20K on them, do it myself, I ain't got 20K to spend, but I got

20 Glocks and I got 20 in this FN, Them niggas are paid to do it, cause I know they don't

Get no bands, They make that cap-ass music, I know they ain't never spend, If I hit your

Block and it don't get hot, I'ma hit it again and again, I was taught when you see that

Opp, just bust that Glock, no matter the gen, Them niggas ain't mad as fuck, cause I felt

Up front and they can't get a win, My niggas have emotion, how I just bring the package

In, It's crazy how I was broken, then the tears start tappin' in, Had to show, but I

Had to go ghost, they said I couldn't bring my ratchet in, Always hustlin' in that trap

I seen my first K-L-I-T-N, Hoes trippin', we kicked her out, she started with her friends

Sometimes pray to God, but I can't lie, I still sin, These niggas mad, I got more paper