Phew
Me in house girl and Im just being trap god
Me in house, my mice would been a trap god 
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
All this talkin like they they
I will leave ya bang bang bang
Some millions and you heard ambulance
Niggas mad cause they dont know how to aim
All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard, they aint never sold hard
And I know that Im a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it, Im like, What you touched that for?
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Dont touch my pistol
Cause I dont wanna have to blow ya
Cause I dont wanna have to go to jail
Im high as fuck like oh well
Shooting shit like hold them
He said he know me, I dont know him
Im flexing on these niggas, no gym
I got indicted selling coke and selling dope
I dont wanna do that shit no more
But you can come and sell it for me though
Dont tell nobody on me though
I dont wanna have to move to Puerto Rico
And change everything on my ID though
Cause Ill never snitch on my migos
Cause when I bought 6 from him, he gave me 4 more
All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard, they aint never sold hard
And I know that Im a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it, Im like, What you touched that for?
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Dont touch my pistol
Cause I dont wanna have to blow ya
Cause I dont wanna have to go to jail
Dont stalk me now, got a Glock on me now
Wish a nigga would try to follow me, BOW
The block hot, the cops hot
Finna go to New Orleans to the Mardi Gras
She a hot thot, she was already dropped
Im tryna see if money love me or not
But I think money love me a lot
Try to take my shit, let the chopper flop
Like grah grah, grah grah
Chopper going for em like rah rah
Like ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
All these niggas talking like they trap god
Till they ass get robbed
All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard, they aint never sold hard
And I know that Im a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it, Im like, What you touched that for?
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Dont touch my pistol
Cause I dont wanna have to blow ya
Cause I dont wanna have to go to jail