L4P

(Jc3 turn that shit up)
Cats came for the straight drop, I make the food pop
I'ma stay juggin' non-stop as long as fiends come
I'm hands off now- (yo)

Twenty bags in a month, need that shit times three
My nigga, time ain't free so be careful when you speak
Say you're trappin', oh, please, how you stuntin' with Jaree
Ten bands in my jeans so my pockets can't breathe
I put the T into the trap, all my niggas them know that
Whips got tens, we're transporting like Kodak
I ain't taking out no packs, board 'em up, bought a throwback
Straight ten, couldn't coach, man, ask the fiends they know that
I ain't telling lies, I'm a real go-getter
Didn't pass science, in the bando had to measure
Now I sit back, got my youngin' by the presser
I was in the T, fuck electra, I really take risks
I think it's kinda funny you got robbed for half a brick
But let me keep it, shh, it is what it is
My stacks still piling, I'm investing in cribs
They're testing the bits, I'm in a new spot

Cats came for the straight drop, I make the food pop
Praying that this food locks, I just need more clean runs
And I'ma stay juggin' non-stop as long as fiends come
I'm hands off now, I'm with my sweet one
Dinners on the block, I tell my young boys tap in
Got the reload and bruk it down to a fraction
I ain't trappin' for the fashion, in the hood I'm like Franklin
I'm why all these new eras cappin'
Two thousand on my jacket, ain't even got a hood
A thousand on my jeans, I put them on just to jog
Swervin' in the G by myself, know I'm good
Turn the pressure into diamonds, beat her open with my hood
I can't go low again, I don't need a hundred friends
Two phones boomin', last month, I made a double ten
I don't need no handout, I done it again and again, uh
I done it again and again

Twenty bags in a month, need that shit times three
My nigga, time ain't free so be careful when you speak
Say you're trappin', oh, please, how you stuntin' with Jaree
Ten bands in my jeans so my pockets can't breathe