Water Whip

[Intro]
(Charlie B)

[Chorus: 2Kz]
I'm a real trap nigga, you could tell that
Give me two bricks and a phone, I could sell that
Caught a case OT, I felt that
Work in the pot, HH, I'ma melt that (I'ma melt that)
And the money real fast like a Hellcat
Lil' water weight in the bag, can't help that (Nah)
I just took a lil' loss and they felt that (Felt that)
I just put it on the scale, got it right back

[Verse 1: 2Kz]
Hit the P, then I'm back on the road (On the road)
DJ Khaled, I'm back with another one (Another?)
My lil' nigga too strapped, bought another gun (Another?)
Charlie B, that my bro, that my mother son (Gang)
Sixty K for a brick, I could front you some (Watch)
All my bitches, they bad, troublesome (Woo)
For the trappers, no, this ain't no bubblegum (Nah)
In the field like Mahomes, I can't fumble up
Nah, can't fumble up
Throw some cut in that bitch, watch me double up (Double cup)
Arm & Hammer and he watch it bubble up (Bubble up)
Hundred K out the gym, we gon' run it up (Wops, wops, wops)
Huh, run it up
Got the trap on its feet doing double dutch (Ah)
Do this shit for my block, we gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Niggas hate, but they still gotta fuck with us

[Chorus: 2Kz]
I'm a real trap nigga, you could tell that
Give me two bricks and a phone, I could sell that
Caught a case OT, I felt that
Work in the pot, HH, I'ma melt that (I'ma melt that)
And the money real fast like a Hellcat
Lil' water weight in the bag, can't help that (Nah)
I just took a lil' loss and they felt that (Felt that)
I just put it on the scale, got it right back

[Verse 2: YTN Paco]
I just took a lil' loss on my block, it stay hot
Fuck up the spot and I might just get caught
I roll with a glizzy, you roll with the chops
These niggas be trippin', they not on they block
My fingers keep itchin' to let off some shots
Me and Kaz in the street tryna help out the block
They don't feel our pain, my niggas been trappin' so long
Every day, I gotta pray I make it home
One up in the top
40 brand new, it's a Glock
I don't give a fuck about the opps
Whip it, make it shock
They ain't really making wops
'Less they was trappin' on my spot
Free my dawgs in them cells
Buckets keep ringing down my cell
I ain't into poppin' on the pills
They always in they feels
Tryna have one more with the bills
Yeah, I'm on a road to a mil' (To a mil')

[Chorus: 2Kz, YTN Paco, & Both]
I'm a real trap nigga, you could tell that (Real trap nigga)
Give me two bricks and a phone, I could sell that (Could sell that)
Caught a case OT, I felt that (Felt that)
Work in the pot, HH, I'ma melt that (I'ma melt that)
And the money real fast like a Hellcat
Lil' water weight in the bag, can't help that (Can't help that, nah)
I just took a lil' loss and they felt that (Felt that)
I just put it on the scale, got it right back (Right back)

[Outro: YTN Paco]
Right back
Right back
Now you rockin'
(Run it up, Beezee)
(Jay on the fuckin' juice)