Trappin’ Out The Honda (Remix)

[Verse 1 : King Louie]
Clean money still filthy Tell em wire it
Flipping through the Raq'
Wit my gat On some fire shit
Heat a baked stove Crash the plane
Cause the pilot hit
Flier than a plane Got that shit on
Getting nat pilot drip
For me the smoke be free Just knock you shit off
I won’t buy R.I.P
Get Top & bottom Drop her off
For nothing You out buying gifts
Pull up in that muscle Smoking muscle
While you need a lyft Make you jump Rigamortus
While the sun out We can riff
Again fucking with me The smoke free
You can be some piff
P breathe through her mouth Only use her nose for C to sniff
Big Dawg of the Family I’m not Brian or a Peter Griff
Pint size Lowercase niggas They can be a fifth
Freaky eater With me She stay ready
So I call her Tiff
Only GOD can judge me My defender Bring the court order
This shit ain’t a game Ball for life Nigga fuck quarters
It can get ugly Where I’m from
But my strip gorgeous
Niggas talk tough Get touched & wonna press chargers
Blue tips A pierce a couple bodies
Leave chest heartless
Hop out hits Bullets blitz When we hit targets
Button on a Gen Press a button To get shit started
We living in hell But when I do it I do shit Godly
Bae wonna visit I never been I’m thinking jump Bali
Got yo chick Sedated Off my fragrance
Tryna jump thotty
Take a robber life Out her tweaking Thinking he gone rob me

[Chorus]:
Miss me wit all that rappin shit
Sensai we jus crackin bricks
I turnt up fa the summer got a truck for the winter
Still trappin out the Honda
In the hood wit these diamonds untucked next cop we fuck around need a dump truck
Told my religious homie pray fa me, we tryna move this work from a to b