Trappers Turn Rappers - YBS Skola, Don Q

I know I’m gon' make it off this rap shit

Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic

If you run up boy, oh I’m gon' let you have it

Skola up now, I’ma hold it down

Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four

Trappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door

I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore

Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor

When I make it I’m going ham

Fuck ‘round get a Lam

I need me a big check like Tayvon on the Rams

I done sold coca, I done sold grams

I done cashed out on them chickens

I meant Uncle Sam

Soon as I got that bag, had to switch my swag

Don’t do no Giuseppe, I need Christian Loub’s

Look at my outfit, Saint Laurent, check out my shoes

Saint Laurent jeans bitch, cost me nine beans bitch

Every day we flexin', gotta keep that protection

Don’t need no security, we got our own protection

If you think ‘bout snatching somethin' hollows what you catching

NFL where I’m from, and Shinners what we reppin'

I know I’m gon' make it off this rap shit

Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic

If you run up boy, oh I’m gon' let you have it

Skola up now, I’ma hold it down

Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four

Trappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door

I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore

Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor

I keep a cup full of red

I like to crush up my meds

I tell that bitch ‘fore you jump in the bed

I do not fuck without head

Two point five in the duffel

We made it happen, lil nigga you can’t imagine

Carty frames when the camera flashing

I jump off the back then I’m Fendi swaggin'

Pullin' whores, tell Skola bring twenty more

Press a button just to lift the door

Niggas drag him ‘til he hit the floor

I’m known to grab it ‘fore it hit the store, woah

I’m in the foreign with two hoes

Nigga fake Cubans, we don’t do those

I’m too cold, it’s more ‘cause the jewels froze

Perkys I chew those

I keep a knot on me nigga

Yeah that’s a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeah

You got a car on your wrist, well I got a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeah

Look what I got on me nigga

They wanna plot on me nigga

I sit that bag right on top of you nigga

Where catching a body is more like a hobby to niggas, gang

I know I’m gon' make it off this rap shit

Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic

If you run up boy, oh I’m gon' let you have it

Skola up now, I’ma hold it down

Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four

Trappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door

I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore

Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor