Trapx10

[Intro]
Ghosty

[Verse 1]
Bro break down like discos but I'm a distro' just like Tommy (Let's get it)
I just got a half of box and I rid in a week, that's a test like Johnny (OK)
He said that his line does blow and I got bare dro so I do that Conney
But if he takes over the deadline after that he won't get none from me (Fuck off)
Drought time when there's only a 4's, I got a draws like Z by Z
And if there's a Nina about, might shot a one 2s, I don't own no pebs (No I don't)
My team are wild, it's ments, I got panthers like Slazenger
And all my guys are itching, we wait to create a massacre
Splash that or buss a cyclinder, made a fling kick like massacre (Bow)
Four man up in the ride, just backdoors buss, no passenger
Niggas talk trap but they ain't move no Z's in a day, that trap is tough (Ah man)
I run through doughs like Homer, my bro got a Bob, same shade as Duff (Peng)
Fifteen pots, that's Dave, monkeys shot, call that one Bape (Five)
I love it when he swings my way like Tory Lanez 'cause that's straight pape's (Money)
I'm answering the phone with my feet up, fat spliff and I'm getting paid
I need cro, lemme phone G Money, he's in the kitchen whipping flake
Whipping flake at 10 or 11, he might need ice
I'd rather be on the strip for the hunchos, opps got me swinging my ZK knife (Ching)
Testers went but the shots came back, now they call for more than ten (What you want)
The cat said "oh my gard", he thinks that light is vibes of fem (Lit)
How's these niggas trappers? My niggas on the wing re more than them
And how's these niggas clappers? With no intent to buss them skengs (None)
The cat asked 21 questions, but took 9 like 50 Cent
And I'm far from a window shopper becah' my line serves many men
Just got a half a box of cro, a 4's just went for 8.50 and another 2's went on coke
Back then we was hitting licks, running in drums try'na get this dough
Real bad boys 'till I get the P off Diddy, we ain't going nowhere, like, how could we leave your home?
Lowe try'na match and beat these prices, 6 years straight been shotting dro
Or I just do it like man's nigga, pops them buds and watch them ghost
Bro's in the kitchen, whipping, try'na scrape all of it out from the bowl
Last summer, July, it was hot as hell but the gangdems shoes all froze