[intro: abgr lil cory]
Yeah
Yeah
[chorus: abgr lil cory]
Big-ass bag, look like i'm santa, i get packs in and i slam 'em
Baby, told you i'm a trapper, i got plays hittin' way from tampa (yeah)
All these racks, look like a scammer (uh-huh), got the spot jumpin', mandhalded
So much green, look like a packer, think 'bout the check, i ain't tryna chatter (on god)
Jewelry, i'm still in the hood, bad bitch look like meagan good
Doin' shit you wish you could, mr. pop shit on these niggas
Never been a hater, nigga always comin' 'round wantin' a favor
Candy bag got flavors and it frozed up, nigga, my shit glacier (on god)
[verse 1: abgr lil cory]
Got a ki' up on my neck, i ain't talkin' no piano (yeah)
You might get lost up in that motion (get lost), shit goin' on, you might can't handle
These thousand-dollar jeans, all-black shades, these hoes celine
I be fresh, they like, "he clean," count up, i don't need no machine
This '93, no gasoline, in the spot got nothin' but p's (nigga)
Won't chase a bitch, i let her leave, i'm up juggin', ain't no sleep
Nigga fucked up and i know it, say you got paper, boy, can't show it
I went plain jane on the rollie, i spend dog shit when i'm bored (yeah)
[chorus: abgr lil cory]
Big-ass bag, look like i'm santa, i get packs in and i slam 'em
Baby, told you i'm a trapper, i got plays hittin' way from tampa
All these racks, look like a scammer (yeah), got the spot jumpin', mandhalded
So much green, look like a packer, think 'bout the check, i ain't tryna chatter (yeah)
Jewelry, i'm still in the hood, bad bitch look like meagan good
Doin' shit you wish you could, mr. pop shit on these niggas
Never been a hater, nigga always comin' 'round wantin' a favor
Candy bag got flavors and it frozed up, nigga, my shit glacier
[verse 2: kpm juwapp]
My diamonds hittin' up in the dark (shinin'), remember trappin' out the market (on god)
They had to put me out the spot, they say i got that bitch too hot (too hot)
In the kitchen scrapin' pots, then i head straight to the block (the block)
Stay up late night trappin', gotta know that one day it's gon' pop (pop it)
Bitch, i'm the man up in the streets (uh-huh), i ain't never cop a plea (on god)
Ain't got no bubba, got exotic 'bows, still beatin' up the street (oh woah)
And if you wanna cop a p from me, this shit here ain't cheap (huh?)
And i still get fly as a dope boy, bitch, i'm trappin' in all white tees
[chorus: abgr lil cory]
Big-ass bag, look like i'm santa, i get packs in and i slam 'em
Baby, told you i'm a trapper, i got plays hittin' way from tampa (yeah)
All these racks, look like a scammer (uh-huh), got the spot jumpin', mandhalded
So much green, look like a packer, think 'bout the check, i ain't tryna chatter (yeah)
Jewelry, i'm still in the hood, bad bitch look like meagan good
Doin' shit you wish you could, mr. pop shit on these niggas
Never been a hater, nigga always comin' 'round wantin' a favor
Candy bag got flavors and it frozed up, nigga, my shit glacier (yeah)