Super Trap Bros

Slow burning Dutches in the whip I count my earnings up We get it by the pound so I'm around and bitch I'm serving up I give Saliva back his bread and now we fucked up turning up I know that seeing 187 winning really hurting yuh Front him that He flip a pack Get the bread Send it back Super trap bros Matching bags Tripping sack In the rags Snow shoe Blow down Whippets in me so I’m fucking gone Licking up your shawty like I'm rolling up a dutch These bitches call me Little Mac the way I'm beating up their guts And when I'm chopping up a lines the only time that I'm in love Little bitty bitty bitty bitch I shoot your mans for fun Biddy biddy bitch On that trippy trippiness Drop a tab and then I send Myself in that dimension 6 Got a 6 and a cig Fuck her send her out the crib Send her home with all my kids Ain't paying for abortion bitch Call us Ice Climbers Cocaine burning PK FIRE I got killers up for hire 50k we burnin tires He was wearing a wire So I slid like Micheal Meyers I had four homies run up These bullets singing like a choir I was born in '97 papa raised a fucking savage Taught me everything and now I flip a fucking package I got new money fam is grinding every fucking second Count your blessings count your hundreds coming up like an erection --- Super Trap Bros - 99zed & Saliva Grey