Numbers

If you hit my trap just know I’m doin' numbers
It’s goin' be a line so meet me at the front door
Once you inside you can see all the gunners
Lot of pack up on the table but you can’t touch so don’t wonder
If you hit my trap nigga do not hit me in the summer
I’m prolly in Miami fuckin' on bitches who some stunners
If you hit my trap just know I’m doin' numbers
I just got a check and that shit was filled with hunnids
I’m all bout my cheese
You boys do not eat
I come to your street
They throw me a feast
I’m up in the sky
Got nine on my side
Goddamn I’m so high
Got smoke in the ride
Blow cookies for days
Got wax in the jays
Roll blueberry haze
It’s straight to the face
Y’all all in the maze
The shit that I do can amaze
I’m servin' up dope in the rain
Thats like 5 miles aways
A dollar on the ac
Bay niggas know what I mean
Been told you ain’t sippin' no lean
I am just smoking my greens
I need my broccoli wit cheese
Yeah yo team it start snappin'
I heard that they blabbin'
I’m fresh out from dabbin'
This shit it taste like some lime
You boys I know you not high
I’m just expanding my mind
We come straight from the bay
Them boys they do not play
We play wit them k’s
I’m all in the streets
I’m just tryna eat
Not grindin' for sneaks
It’s something unique
Started from underneath
On the way to the top
Smoking on dope and we chasing this guap
Niggas takin them shots
They missing a lot
More guap on my hat
They fuck wit my rap
I cop at the trap
They serving pillows
They got it for low