Trappin On Forgis - Hustle Gang, T.I., Lex

Whippin' and I’m trappin' on some Forgis

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Broke ass bitches can’t afford this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga call phones when i slide through

I’ve been that boy since high school

I keep carats they tryna ride with us

But these hoes can’t keep ride with us

Young Lex trappin' out the bando

Young Lex shooters got ammo

Young Lex been bout the curb

Young Lex got that work

Keep some bands on me, shawty do your dance on me

Your body ecstasy, lean up next to me

Whippin' and I’m trappin' on some Forgis

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Broke ass bitches can’t afford this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Runnin' through a sack like voodoo

Fuckin' up a check get more dough

I was in the whip movin solo

Chain hittin low like a low blow

Mixtape getting copped no robo

Work getting chopped no four door

Fuck these niggas I don’t fuck with them

Let my money give it to 'em no homo

I was fresh out Texas copped and drop a slick

Yeah these forgis sick I copped a Dr. King

In the streets my queen I chose to lock her

Blueprint it, just like Hov, I chose to Roc her

Money got me stockin, name is poppin'

Coupe today, the whip it ain’t for toppin'

Everything’ll go it ain’t for stoppin'

They say it’s my time like I was clockin'

Should’ve got your money up instead of talkin'

Counting up my pockets while you niggas walkin'

Diamonds on me killin' niggas, get a coffin'

Playing with the water like a set of dolphins

I don’t need a hater if it wouldn’t off him

Get me more, I hear the flicks

I’m only nicks, like who was next

To sit, you disrespect take off like jets

And end up X’d forreal

Whippin' and I’m trappin' on some Forgis

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Broke ass bitches can’t afford this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah