Lyrics: Calvin Woods/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Durk Banks/Jeffery Lamar Williams
Music: Calvin Woods/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Durk Banks/Jeffery Lamar Williams
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushin' that b***h through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various
I gave that b***h $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
I'm from the trenches where I had to get it
I'm so used to trappin', I get it and flip it
I know that you be actin', I know you ain't with it
Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it
They say I got money so I'm actin' different
Get it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' b***h, she trippin'
Just leave me alone, I'm handlin' business
Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Trap hard, we in the kitchen
Diamonds so cold, light even bend
And my niggas don't fold, they never bending
Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it
With the bosses, I'm payin' attention
Told that b***h I ain't wastin' no time
So, no, I can't wait, not a minute
And I pray to the Lord for better days
I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight
Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face
Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah
B***h, I'm gettin' paid
I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave
Can't put trust in these niggas, these niggas changed
On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, yeah
I ain't come to play
Can't **** with lil' shawty, she in the way (You in the way)
No time to waste
Gotta get to this money, I'm runnin' late, yeah (I'm runnin' late)
Better keep a K
Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime
I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race
Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushin' that b***h through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various
I gave that b***h $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
Woo, ayy
**** on a private jet
Then he hop in his 'Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt)
Ayy, I just had bought out the plug
I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah
I can't hop in with a scrub
I don't carry dubs in none of my clothin', yeah
I told this b***h to cool off
She was overexcited 'bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo)
Choke on the beans, I'm ****ing her friend
They doin' my chores, yeah
He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey
B***h, that's yours, yeah (No cap)
I sleep with a K and a couple grenades
I'm ready for war, yeah
Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR
Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays
My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo)
Go on your b***h, I could've just laid
But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate (He just scored)
I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate
Got 52 watches andI still come in late
You a sassy b***h, but I don't go on dates
Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes
Show me attention when I'm in your city
I'm so used to ****ing on all of your b*****s
They wanna **** us and they know that we pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her t*****s, yeah
Skydweller get wet as Pacific
I ain't sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo)
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushin' that b***h through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various
I gave that b***h $20,000 for charity (Yeah, yeah)
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious
I got out of jail and I ****ed on her perio
I know they racist, Gucci interior
Came from a corner to ownin' my cereal
Meek, we don't need a stylist
Percs, shit, even my balanc
Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah)
I kill in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt)
Don't run, don't run
Make it home to my son (To my son)
I be with killers who kill other killers
I'm hangin' with Von
You'd rather buy the b*****s bac
I'd rather give a new house to my mom
Some niggas rather pray to the Bibl
When I converted, I pray with my palms
See, keepin' my Glock when I'm in the field (Gang)
Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrrt)
I **** with the gangsters, don't **** with my peer
Fresh out of Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear
Grippin' that .40, not talkin' a beer
Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear
Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear
Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through, clear
Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle
Man, that X is ****in' my pupi
Just turn these lights down
I'm just a wild, wild boy
Chopper ridin' 'round for him
I need my mils like Meek
I'm a thug like Thug and and Cal, Calboy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trappin')
I fell in love with the game and I married it (Trappin')
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday (Uh)
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today (Oh)
Pushin' that b***h through the 'jects like a chariot (Yeah)
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various (Clear)
I gave that b***h $20,000 for charity (Gave the b***h)
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Uh oh)
Mm-mm, uh oh
Mm-mm, uh oh
Mm-mm, uh oh