BLANCO

And I'm trappin' like a narco
Gotta handle all the business on the down low
Had a whole lotta bitches tryna follow
Eagle on the pants, how I style up
Have a lot of cash that I'm tryna pile up
Got a cut inside the jean, I'm goin' urban
Stood outta the light, I closed the curtain
Took a break now I'm back, I'm feelin' certain
Take a good look at my feet, you see the birkens'

Yeah, know you see them hoes
I could never ever sleep, never see me close
I been out a couple weeks, bet you didn't know
Heard you speaking broke, no habla ingles, hoe
Meanwhilе, pick it up, phone dial
A-Always on my feet, yeah, warm tile
Snappin' outta bеd I run the big mile
Cause if I ever said I'm tired, man, I'm probably lyin'

Triplin' the flow, I thank the Migos
Spend a couple racks, I'm goin' freak mode
Free mind, while I'm at it, go free Bobby
On me, white vans, and I stand highly

F-Finna drop a clothing line, know I got the plan
I been steady workin' blowin' up just like the Taliban
Make a band, while it's selling out, finna drop again
Have another tape coming out.. [when, when]

Gold chain 'round my neck, glitter gold, shape a dollar sign
Hol' up, never mind, cop some jeans, yeah the number nine
Take a dive into the pool, feel it super cold
Come around me, spread 'em out, cause I never fold

Frostbite, come around me, feel the ice bite
Nice guy, only thing I got is a nice life
Nice smile, rack is on my teeth, shit, it get tight
Game night, chill out with the gang, finna catch flight

And I'm trappin' like a narco
Eastern European lookin' super duper fly though
Momma got me through the states, soaring through the sky now
Now we movin' through the states, you could never follow

Man, can you imagine, livin' in this fashion
Taking over 50 flights, crossin' the Atlantic
Hoppin' in the sport, dashin' then I crash it
Dodgin' all the traffic, I'm not living very lavish

Making it my lifestyle, that's my only passion
Readin' through the closed blind, living through the caption
Gotta keep aware now, never catch me slackin'
Makin' shit myself, you can never really ask me

Keeping it 100, you can never catch me cappin'
Quit ya nagging, man, whatever happened to the fuckin' chatting
I been jamming, laughing, nagging, to the bitches down in 'Hatten
Now, I'm trappin' like a blanco minus all the actin' [yeah, yeah]