Internet $hooter Lyrics

Gang, trappin' and rappin', I'm makin' it happen

Niggas be bitchin', these niggas be cappin

You already know that we not fuckin' actin

When we post up on the block, yo bitch, she see me, she say

Damn, he attractive, I might have to pull up on him

I might have to see what his bag look like

You already know what my bag look like

Bitch, stop playin', you know I'm trappin

Monday through Sunday, if I'm at the fuckin' job

You already know that I'm goin' dummy

When I get off of work, I'm tryna go search work

These niggas playin', ain't tryna put in work

I fuck on that bitch, I'm makin' her squirt

Your pockets ain't fat, I know that they hurt

You talkin' that gang shit, but ain't puttin' work

Fuck around and I buy a white tee from the store

Real smart with my money, I'm savin' my dough

Real done with your money, you flexed from the hoes

I get my money, I ain't spendin' on hoes

These bitches out here, they be pimpin' these niggas

Just best believe, no, I ain't one of them niggas

No cent pass, nigga, nah, I ain't no win pass, nigga

When it come to me, I'm just a get-it-ass nigga

Get money at, nigga, Monday through Sunday, you dummy at, nigga

Ain't had nobody to run to, so I had run into the plug

Fuck around, young nigga, run that shit up

You already know that I'm all about them bugs

To ATBO, we gon' run that shit up

Shake out my dress and I'll turn to the max

You already know that I'm all for the meds

If you want that smoke, don't do that

If you do that, then we put you in a casket

You know that my shooters ain't havin' it

If a bop was a bitch, I'd be back stabbin

Fresh outta jail, but I'm back trappin

Fresh outta jail, but I'm back robbin

Fresh outta jail, I ain't goin' to church

I'm tryna go post up and search for work

In the trap, I'm wearin' the same thing

These niggas ain't doin' nothin

When it comes to some money they can't make

On the internet sayin' they doin' somethin

Whole time, they really ain't doin' nothin

Front yard, you know that it's traffic comin

My mama like, boy, you better stop doin' it

I'm like, mama, I'm sorry, I can't stop doin' it

When it comes to the trap, this shit like a drug

Mr. Money, if he know what it is

Your mama, she said that she wanna have my kids

You know you ain't like that, you know you a bitch

You know you ain't like that, you know you a snitch

Stop all of that addin' and all of that cappin

These niggas be trappin' for like two weeks

We be trappin' like yearly

Nigga, you want some smoke, get with me

I ain't need men like that, fuck you

If you wanna smoke like that, we can do it too