Ever since I’ve been in Paris
I’ve been getting Guap
This shit It be so funny
Cuz these niggas
Smoke alot
Pound for pound
I keep it safe
But never with tha Glock
Bought me some designer
And some CK’s for the draws
And you can ask my bitch i got this potence
And i feel like in the man
So call me potus
Ay
You can come and check this shit
And post it
I’ve been on my ape shit
Whole city smoking strains
Nigga say its breezy
In the spot
Lambo hurricane
I was trappin hard
I took a break
And now im back again
Give me 50´s and them 20´s
Taking everything
Druglords been paying more
Man Fuck a label mane
Im taking two fifty G’s
Or we ain't even talking Manе
Im in love with this cheese
I got two passports
Im french
And you can comе
And check this shit
Baguettes i got bread
Grew up i was broke can't blow no bag on a patek
Might just go and get a chain or sum
Just to flex up
On my ex
And i love trappin in this hoe
Cuz i been couting bills
And i know
Cops they on my tail
So get up
Off my dick
Cuz
I resell bricks
Back to back
Mght need a therapist
Ay
Trynna move around
But shit be hot
Because you know shits lit
Like a chef in kitchen
Serve my plate
And i still taste IT
Like BON APETIT
IN THIS HOE
Because I live in france Bitch
You think you trappin hard
But you ain’t doing shit
Glock it do go hard
I kill you and yo fucking friends
You niggas better stop
You sellin do on my land
Selling just like christmas
Kids candy cane
Me and my gorrillas
We step-in
Every day
Trappin and we livin
Still glad that we ain’t dead
Im trynna make big
And bring my baby to the states
But shit be kinda hard
Because i still ain't got no plan
Who is he
Rob his chain
Killing him and him
Fake gucci shades
On his head
Now they missin him
His homie asking round
Like fuck it where he been ?
Ay
Fuck nigga what happen
You ain't really trappin
Selling back to back
Midnight shopping
In a mansion
Feel Like batman
Fuck a team
Cuz i been Robbin
Opps ain't catch me yet
I did my work
I know they adresse
And i never loose
I stay on top
Cuz im a big win
You ain’t trappin hard
Unless you pull up with stance
Money be longer
I put some VVs On her neck
And you can come
And check this shit
Baguettes i get bread
Grew up i was broke
Can't blow a bag
On a patek
Might
Just get a chain or sum
To flex up on my ex
And i love
Trappin in this hoe
I been counting bills
I’ve been getting Guap
This shit It be so funny
Cuz these niggas
Smoke alot
Pound for pound
I keep it safe
But never with tha Glock
Bought me some designer
And some CK’s for the draws
And you can ask my bitch i got this potence
And i feel like in the man
So call me potus
Ay
You can come and check this shit
And post it
I’ve been on my ape shit
Whole city smoking strains
Nigga say its breezy
In the spot
Lambo hurricane
I was trappin hard
I took a break
And now im back again
Give me 50´s and them 20´s
Taking everything
Druglords been paying more
Man Fuck a label mane
Im taking two fifty G’s
Or we ain't even talking Manе
Im in love with this cheese
I got two passports
Im french
And you can comе
And check this shit
Baguettes i got bread
Grew up i was broke can't blow no bag on a patek
Might just go and get a chain or sum
Just to flex up
On my ex
And i love trappin in this hoe
Cuz i been couting bills
And i know
Cops they on my tail
So get up
Off my dick
Cuz
I resell bricks
Back to back
Mght need a therapist
Ay
Trynna move around
But shit be hot
Because you know shits lit
Like a chef in kitchen
Serve my plate
And i still taste IT
Like BON APETIT
IN THIS HOE
Because I live in france Bitch
You think you trappin hard
But you ain’t doing shit
Glock it do go hard
I kill you and yo fucking friends
You niggas better stop
You sellin do on my land
Selling just like christmas
Kids candy cane
Me and my gorrillas
We step-in
Every day
Trappin and we livin
Still glad that we ain’t dead
Im trynna make big
And bring my baby to the states
But shit be kinda hard
Because i still ain't got no plan
Who is he
Rob his chain
Killing him and him
Fake gucci shades
On his head
Now they missin him
His homie asking round
Like fuck it where he been ?
Ay
Fuck nigga what happen
You ain't really trappin
Selling back to back
Midnight shopping
In a mansion
Feel Like batman
Fuck a team
Cuz i been Robbin
Opps ain't catch me yet
I did my work
I know they adresse
And i never loose
I stay on top
Cuz im a big win
You ain’t trappin hard
Unless you pull up with stance
Money be longer
I put some VVs On her neck
And you can come
And check this shit
Baguettes i get bread
Grew up i was broke
Can't blow a bag
On a patek
Might
Just get a chain or sum
To flex up on my ex
And i love
Trappin in this hoe
I been counting bills
( Broke kaleb )
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