Ima TrapAHolic

My b***h a shopaholic

My wrist more than a fourty

I never went to college

And if you hating on a n***a please don't tell me bout it

A bag filled with exotic

My scale still in my pocket

The b***h so fuckin bad

I let the lil b***h pop it

And now I'm drinking Qua

It used to be the Quali

The police get behind me

I run I got narcotics

And soon as they opened up Follies

Went in that b***h and popped it

Car need a chauffeur

Pistol ina sofa

Bitch geeked up off doja

No Limit soldier

Big Big Backdoor yea lil b***h

Thought I told ya

All this s**t I showed ya

Thru the bars I don't know ya

Grrlrlrwww Bowww

Wake him up like coffee like Folgers

It's cold keep the toaster

I pose like a poster

You f*ck n***a you poser

Fuck the b***h ion need closure

Mike Gotti this s**t stupid

I came in this b***h zooted

Talk like he bout that s**t

Well f*ck n***a let's do it

A Rollie on his head bet my young n***a do it

A chain on his top

He rat he a cop

Ain't you the same n***a that got kicked up out the spot

I told her we can f*ck but baby can't stay at the spot

They ran in this b***h and they died

That's what made it hot

I ain't sayin that I can't be robbed

Nigga you can try

Niggas be talking on the sly

Me and Rick slice down the pie

I could tell you that I love you

But that would be a lie

I want money

Need it now

Wasting time cus he didn't buy

Nigga get clapped for no reason

Big Bach it's his season

A hundred at the Westin

Told mama let my guest in

You ain't know that that forty cave a chest in

You ain't know I f****d her and f****d her best friend

Youn like Bachdoor say it with ya chest then

And it's PackWorld the Z'll get ya stamped in

Get ya stamped

Yea yea

Get the Z and get ya stamped in

Get ya stamped in