Da Gym

[Intro]
(Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
(Damn, son, where’d ya find this?)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Flexin' like I came from the gym
Keep a .22 in my Tims
Big Belt Gang, [?]
Shawty swallowed all my children
Hopped out that coupe, yeah
Smokin' on this boof, yeah
These niggas capped up
I'ma tell the truth, yeah
Yeah, yo hoe, she in love with my crew, yeah
[?]

[Verse]
These bitches bite like piranhas
Most of these niggas some runners
First I'ma fuck they lil sister
Then fuck they big sister, then fuck on they momma, ayy
I cannot fuck with these messy hoes, all they do is start drama
Lil bih don’t hit my phone it there conversation don't involve the commas
Smokin' just like I’m three-five, hop in that ‘Rari and slide
Little bih asked for a ride, absolutely not
These niggas act like they hard, but they don’t gotta face card
We pull up to yo front yard, knock yo ass to the backyard

[Chorus]
Flexin' like I came from the gym
Keep a .22 in my Tims
Big Belt Gang, [?]
Shawty swallowed all my children
Hopped out that coupe, yeah
Smokin' on this boof, yeah
These niggas capped up
I'ma tell the truth, yeah
Yeah, yo hoe, she in love with my crew, yeah
[?]