Trap Spot

I’m in the zone
Niggas hate me 'cause my money long
Got your bitch up in the thong
'Bout to fill her with this bone
You keep blowing up her phone
Asking when she coming home
She just left you all alone
She ain’t did nothing wrong
With that million dollar man
Kicking shit like Jackie Chan
I’m just thumbing through these bands
Bitch I’m cooler than a fan
Gucci loafers in the sand
We can’t fuck if she ain’t paying
Got a billion dollar brand
I’m just sticking to the plan
Got Versace on my shades
Nigga smoother than some suede
Plotting on me, get you sprayed
Turn your dreads to a fade
Buck a nigga with this gauge
They just let me out the cage
Came home and had it made
Now I kick rappers off the stage
Niggas know what I’m about
I’m the hottest nigga out
Keep my name up out your mouth
'Fore these bullets hit your house
30 gang, we in the South
Run up on me, boy I doubt
Niggas trying to get some clout
But I don’t never see 'em out