Vacuum Seals

Turn that shit off bruh
(Mike Gotti This Shit Stupid)
Turn that shit off bruh
On God
That seal done turnt
Me up
We in the Trap right now nigga
On God
My Trap do stupid number bae watch them cameras it might be the folks
Ion’ Know this bihh from a can of paint but
She might be the goat
Her ass stupid fat she toting a load
Don’t mind hittin’ the road
Double vacuum seal them bitches stank
Hope they don’t pull her over
Triple vacuum seal it ain’t no way
I still smell the aroma
Hundred’s turkey bags up in a day barely
Put some on them
I just made a ten up off a play I charged
A extra hundred
Ain’t no way in hell them niggas hatin’
Thеy ain’t getting no money
Took the fivе percent up off the Benz
Let them see me stunt
Take them Moissanite up out your shit
That ain’t VS ones
That food saver turnt me to the man with out you
I ain’t nothing
I just vacuum seal two hundred of them bitches save myself some money
Nominate me trapper of the year my shit
Jump out the gym
Know I still go back to the hood my
Jugg love me still
Crazy that they shot me in my head and
I ain’t shed a tear
Same night I had lil uhh spinning
They ain know I lived
Talking to the plug let’s get back to it im
Just glad im here
Same day he had the bitches landing
Like he Holyfield
I can’t even lie that food saver the
Reason why im here
Ain gone lie I still believe in god
But I know it is
Took a ratchet bitch up out the hood
Now she doing good
Take that white girl throw it in that uh
That’s how you know it’s him
Every time I come back from the farm
I put my people on
He say he ain’t coming off that block he say that’s
Where he belong
I was on that block like everyday my
Plays take me home
Posted up with some real robbers the
J’s will take some from ya’
Boy your life ain’t worth a gram of heart the
Jail shake some for me
Niggas on the street go to jail
They buddy buddy
Ain’t clicking up with Nan’ nigga I still a
Quake that button
Riding with two switches don’t give a fuck I still gotta’
Raise my boy
Solo riding with that dogshit I dare you
Take some from me
Ima’ tell the DA I was scared I ain’t
Have no choice
Them Niggas lied they said trapping was dead
He must ain’t have no source
Bro just called me bout’ pair of shoes but he ain’t
Tryna cop no Jordan’s
I be making plays all in the bed dreaming bout
Traps and stuff
I can’t even make this bitch that
Seal turnt me up