To I Yawn

[Intro: QuisActive]
(Tr-Tra-Trap Money Biggie)
Uh-huh
Unfortunately, you fuckin' with one man (This a Anti Beat)
Drum man (This is Petro Gang)
Shazam (Nyeahh)

[Verse 1: QuisActive]
Run up and get hit by a bomb
I'm with a brown-skin bitch and she bad
We hit the store, she be pickin' that Don
I got so many bags, I can start up a fund
I ain't totin' no semi, I'll knock off your arm
With this bitch in my palm, bitch, I feel like LeBron
We get that shit in then we get that shit gone
3 confiscate ice, don't get that shit pawned
I bet you we'll sit on this bitch 'til I yawn
Come get you a load, come get you a bar
That fat shit on me right under my arm
Got Drac' and the blatt when I'm ridin' with Osama
She diggin' my drip, I be chasin' them commas
Them niggas be cap, they don't never come step
I'm fuckin' with 3, we might slide out a Vette
When I'm in the city, I'm movin' with Blatt
How the fuck is you dissin'? The fuck is your hats?
I'm fuckin' your bitch, ball her up on the couch
You up more than twenty, life run in your house
It's a chase on the north, take they ass to the south
Stick my cleat in the dirt, put that bitch in your mouth

[Verse 2: 3o$ama]
That bitch had a butt but her stomach a pouch
I'll bring me a blanket to sit on your house
Fat shit blowin', he start screamin' "Ouch!"
Get on one knee with this bitch and I crouch
I ain't fuckin' with bro 'cause he turned to a mouse
Shit really get deep, get you cracked for a ounce
Shit really get deep, get you cracked for a P
Hop out with a P, niggas quick on they feet
He got shot and ain't spin, I ain't fuckin' with Feet
I'll go through the O lookin' sweet in the Jeep
Got shot in his stomach, he can't even eat
Two tappin' that Blatt, niggas shuffle they feet
Niggas ridin' the bench, where the fuck is your cleats?
Put a opp in a hemp and he fucked up my sheet
Put a opp in a classic, this shit hittin' great
Cut the grass for the snakes, I be usin' the rake
Purple tip Rollie, got hit by a grape
I'm fuckin' with Act, he could program the strikes
Goin' over two-hundred, bro, tappin' the breaks
I score on the opps, then I go to first base

[Verse 3: QuisActive]
I'm fuckin' with life, tryna jack him a 'Cler
The trap shit get loose, you better watch where you turn
I took up my clucker to run me a eron
I'm punchin' it straight and them tires gon' burn
I'm punchin' it straight and them tires gon' squeak
Don't go to the net, leave that shit in the street
That blatt on my dip, I ain't duckin' no beef
We planned how we get 'em, both sides of the street
I still touch a dyke, throw a cut 'til she step
I'm bringin' the bomb, I'ma drop off a truck
That shit get to rollin', your ass bet—
That shit get to rollin', your ass better duck
I go through the opps and be grabbin' my shovel
I'm in a Kia boy, pushin' the pedal
Come off the waist and I'm lettin' off seven
Ask about Osama, he spinned out the Rover
Horns on my head, now, I feel like the Devil
Sippin' that Drake shit throwin' me off schedule
I still catch a "Querido" from a Mexican
We in the striker, the tags say "Texas"
Catch your BM, we gon' ball up her—
Catch your BM, we gon' ball up her Lexus
Niggas keep sendin' them disses so we catch 'em
Last nigga got his ass put on that stretcher (TrapMoneyBiggie)
Back on that wall and it taught me a lesson
Threw out the standard and slapped in a step-in
I give her shots from the waist, I'ma bless 'em (This a Anti beat)
Glock is a 10, I ain't totin' a western (I ain't totin' a western, nigga)

[Outro]
(This is Petro Gang)