trap talk gang gang banger banger got my choppas on thé way that's your death Rollin in thé same shit making my best got no ex bitch yeah praying I reach the top don't blame me nigga for you im making the rest no texte no rest,more bags yeah no racks i got your flag niggas please no tag just drag it on the top we make it wé blow it we shot it with the gang no rest,making bags and buy my tax making more track and got more cash i can not crash im on my lane can not lie want these Bentley but i can not buy (gang) i'm living my life i can't die(not now) yeah use to this can't relax making more attraction with my music one day they pay it back yeah yeah yea get this bagpack from the south side i'm flying through the moonlight got my jet-pack fuck that bitch it making lick lick suck my Dick,she say she like it she want it yeah we Rubin we rolling these dope got this hope not a saint not the pope make it hard got this hope can see these stars with a télescope drinking them heart with a cope yeah she's holly like molly yeah flippe these dope like diago put it in a cargo rool it like mango