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Hold on, wait a minute, let me start the SRT
I've been smokin' on some Zutis cause life
Be stressin' me
If you really wanna talk, then you pay for
a fee
If you really bout your money, then let white
boys see

Yeah, I'm from the fuckin' H, where we bustin 223's
And my youngin' over here, ain't he on them
triple C's
And he itchin' for a body, yeah, he ready
For the third degree
Cut him up, put him in a bag and throw him
In the seat

I'm the one with the Glock and the drum attached
If you really want your bitch, then you can have her back
Yeah, I've been on that pressure, I've been smokin' gas
But this is BRB, so that means I'll be right back

Kickin' in your door, we're only in it for the cash
Every time that we speak, only speakin' facts Rappers keep litterin', probably why they keep
Droppin' trash
Hold up, run it back, run it back, run it
Back Yeah, I'm on this fuckin' beat like a chief
Leader doin' jumpin' jacks Feelin' like I'm Usain Bolt the way I'm runnin
Last I'm not in the streets, but you know I'm
In the trap

In the trap, in the trap, in the trap
Speakin' facts, speakin' facts
Most rappers fall off in the game
No cap, no cap Hold up, hold up, run it back, run it back

Ayy,

What's rap when you don't even gotta try
When you're fried, third degree burn
Nobody's really with the mumble
So go ahead and wait your turn
Too much time and blood
In these songs, too much that we earn

Since I've grown
I know that I've learned
Droppin' fire on these fans Step back if you don't wanna get burned
Blow up and they're all in your life Like, why are you concerned

Why are you concerned when there's money to be earned
Feel like pourin' gas on the world and watch the bitch burn
Patience is the key, so wait your fuckin' turn
Yeah, I'm up super early cause I'm tryna get the worm
That means chorus overrules, so that means it's overturned

Hold on, wait a minute, let me start the SRT
I've been smokin' on some Zutis cause life
be stressin' me
If you really wanna talk, then you pay for
A fee
If you really bout your money, then let white
Boys see

Yeah, I'm from the fuckin' H, where we bustin 223's
And my youngin' over here, ain't he on them
Triple C's
And he itchin' for a body, yeah, he ready
For the third degree
Cut him up, put him in a bag and throw him
In the seat

I'm the one with the Glock and the drum attached
If you really want your bitch, then you can have her back
Yeah, I've been on that pressure, I've been smokin' gas
But this is BRB, so that means I'll be right back

Kickin' in your door, we're only in it for the cash
Every time that we speak, only speakin' facts Rappers keep litterin', probably why they keep
Droppin' trash Hold up, runnin' back, runnin' back, runnin

Back Runnin' back, runnin' back, runnin' back, runnin
Back Runnin' back, runnin' back, yeah, I'm on
This fuckin' beat Like a cheat, leave the doom and jump the
Jacks Feelin' like I'm Usain Bolt the way I'm runnin

Last I'm not in the streets, but you know I'm
In the trap
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