CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Classic Trap

Aye
Aye

I like new sh*t and old sh*t
This beat make me so sick
Codeine is so thick, I’m leanin’ like “oh sh*t”
Money, can’t fold it and pockets can’t hold it
Smokin’ on dope man, this sh*t is so potent
Stank like a rodent and fatties I roll it
Getting so high, can’t remember the moment
Rap ‘cause I do this, these n***as be foolish
I got so much talent, we gon’ make it to it
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
These n***as is average, make money like magic
I spit all these flames, I will burn you like matches
My n***as they savage, they all keep a ratchet
We don’t duck no action, so link and its crackin’
I swear you could have it, my team we bring havoc
I hit you like cashiers, he flick like a mattress
These n***as so sheep, they be softer than fabric
Lil Juice, he up next, he freestylin’, he wildin’
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Hey Zay bro
We finna kill these n***as, man
They ain’t sh*t bro, for real
Imma show these motherf**kers what’s up
Aye

Whole time, I was on some different sh*t
n***as talking dumb until I pull up where his house is
Run up in that b*t*h and now he quiet like a mouse is
Prolly run up in your house and f**k your f**king spouse quick
Then I hit the car, boy
Whole time, I’m rolling off the bars in the car, boy
Spitting bars, off the bars, I can make it far, boy
I’ll be on Mars, yeah [?] in the car, boy
Curry, that’s a .30 on my hip, don’t get scarred, boy
Aye, I play the game but I don’t play games
These n***as lame, run up on me b*t*h I bet I change frames
Get it? My Glock got a picture, my mouth got a swisher
You run up, or you fake like illusions
Ain’t nothing else to it
I’ve been getting money since day one
My brother locked up, won’t let him out like [?]
The whole time I’m 18, b*t*h I’m like [?]
These n***as want that snake sauce, turn ‘em to [?]
Now who the f**k these n***as think they is though?
I’m handlin’ my biz, smokin’ this reefer like Khalifa
I’m not a Wiz, ho
You run up on me, yeah I got the Glock out the window
Nerdy brain from your b*t*h, ain’t talkin’ about Winslow
Woah, now let me go ahead and spit it
I’m Stevie Wonder with this sh*t
You n***as can’t see figures
I’m in the cut, motherf**ker ain’t talking scissors
b*t*hes like O.Z, and I ain’t talkin’ about wizard