Endzone

Double R 1818, bitch Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Y'all know we really run this shit WavyBoyProductions Ayy, yup Yup Chorus Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham, taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands, can't get 'em off, reimburse 'em then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again, back in the trap, flippin' work again Verse 'Member them days I was ridin' on the 10-speed, now your boy up in the big league I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs, they ain't gon' want me on TV Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me, they mimickin', wanna be me Postin' the drip, now your bitch hollerin' out, Come and see me, gave her good dick, then she pee-peed These niggas hoes, catch 'em in traffic wit' this Drac' and I bet I'll unload Tryna get rich, that's the goal, but these niggas testin' my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em No, he don't really want smoke, said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes Fuck his big dawg, he a ho, I jump on that fuck shit, he telling me, telling me no We get 'em in for the low, my clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store They done fucked up and freed Ghost, one step on his shoe, then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor Fuck all the internet posts, a hundred something shots in this car, now his ass gettin' ghost We stashed the dope in the floor, the junkies, they run in and out, steady swingin' the door I hit the plug for a bowl, finessed and made jugs on the low out a rental stolo Wait 'til I ice up my throat, get ice on my wrists, and put ice up on all of my hoes They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money backends, I'll serve you a load at my show The 30 is on me, I'll up it and blow it, and trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go But, nah, I'm really just sayin', niggas out here pullin' humbles and think they the man These niggas makin' these diss songs, catch you in the endzone and blitz up on you and your mans Make his bitch eat up the drip, thinking 'bout taxin' me, make his ass eat up the clip Plug hit me up on the flip, deposit it, profitin' when I go make me a flip Might have a meeting on the ship, I'm on the island, the pack just deployed on the blimp I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water 'round me, these lil' niggas can't swim You see the F on the rims, I'm in the car doin' the dash with a bitch named Kim Drippin' sauce, might make a spill, might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packin' the steel My youngin, he fresh off a kill, fuck all that talkin', he ready to do him a drill Boy, you ain't nothing for real, all that tough talkin', you had to been gone off a pill You the same nigga that's cappin' on bodies that know God damn well you ain't got no kill I'm the same nigga that post up with choppers and wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch Phew, phew, phew Chorus Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham, taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands, can't get 'em off, reimburse 'em then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again, back in the trap, flippin' work again