Think I'm Neat Lyrics

Come pull up to the Trap

Baby I'm the dope man

She ain't never seen a nigga bag the work with no hands

I'm tryna' fuck somn'

Baby I ain't tryna romance

They tryna' get this shit for cheap

My price ain't going no lower than that

With all my rings on

Punch a nigga dead in his teeth

It sound like ringtone with the choppa

Nigga make a beat

I'm like excuse me

I'm sorry how I showed out in that street

I just pulled up fresher than a bitch

she think I'm neat

Real deal playa baby can't you tell it

Dead bodies in the trunk you prolly' smell it

They think I'm talking bout these niggas

I'm really talking bout satan

Like put my forty in his mouth

And ask that bitch how its tasting

Like skrr skrr

Pull up in this German auto

Hiding behind these tints

I'm ready let off these hollows

Hearing loud voices

Where they go I'm gone follow

And you can't get my heart but baby you can borrow

I got my hoodie on standing in the middle of the block

I holla' danger three or four mo times

But after that I stop

I fell in love with all this money

I got it balled up in knot

And if they reach

Then baby yeen' gone hear nothing but these shots

Suited up with these Stacy's on my feet

Casket fresh

Pussy Cracka

Got sumn' for they ass tell em try to tackle me

Chase me to the top

And watch me jump off this balcony

Won't tell you bout' all my problems bitch

Just know it get bad for me

Come pull up to the Trap

Baby I'm the dope man

She ain't never seen a nigga bag the work with no hands

I'm tryna' fuck somn'

Baby I ain't tryna romance

They tryna' get this shit for cheap

My price ain't going no lower than that

With all my rings on

Punch a nigga dead in his teeth

It sound like ringtone with the choppa

Nigga make a beat

I'm like excuse me

I'm sorry how I showed out in that street

I just pulled up fresher than a bitch

she think I'm neat

And I ain't looking for no promotion

Pussy show me what you holding

Fuck nigga show you what I'm totin'

I ain't finna ask no questions

Pull up broad day

Kick a doe' in

I'm in zombie land

From what's in my lungs high potent

Plants Inna' backyard

Told cuz' Ima' farmer

Trappin' outta' big White House like Obama

Bomb strap to my chest

Blow it up like terrorist

Put the stick down

Just to pick it back up get a better grip

Im off hella' dope

You see it got my leg shakin'

Baby we ain't making love

This just sex ain't it

I threw the pistol over fence

Ion' think I'ma make it

Nah that ain't making no sense

I bet I go out banging

Okay pickup where you left off

Bitch take that dress off

I'm too aggressive

When she suck my dick I rip her neck off

Have a standoff with the police

Ain't got time to send no text dawg

If you really my homie the first one you see just start shredding dawg

Come pull up to the Trap

Baby I'm the dope man

She ain't never seen a nigga bag the work with no hands

I'm tryna' fuck somn'

Baby I ain't tryna romance

They tryna' get this shit for cheap

My price ain't going no lower than that

With all my rings on

Punch a nigga dead in his teeth

It sound like ringtone with the choppa

Nigga make a beat

I'm like excuse me

I'm sorry how I showed out in that street

I just pulled up fresher than a bitch

she think I'm neat