Another 1000 Lyrics

Yeah, I'm back on my shit again

Trap mode, man. I'm in all trap mode right now, man

Ain't got no favors for nobody, man

I ain't got nothing for nobody, man. I don't, I don't, I don't

I ain't got nothing for nobody

Please, nobody ask me for nothing, man

I'm in the process of rebuilding myself, man

You know what I'm saying

It ain't personal

This shit's business

Yes, I'm in that mode again

I get Jail calls back to back shit getting crazy

I got sells lined up at the crack of dawn, we getting paper

I get rings in every trap I play in, that's why they hating

I know if I really lock in with this music then I could make it

If you a giver around takers it will turn your ass up

I move in silence like a Mason, Them people will burn your ass up

I then been down on my dick feel like I'm running out of luck

I just been grinding

I'm Tony Montana

Them hawks about to touch

I feel like Trey Young in this bitch for the gang

I'm coming in clutch

I got an old head putting shit in her name

As long as I fuck her, I got a line in the Virgin Islands

With his feet up, be doing numbers

You try and link up with me in the States and get some rings

He Tim Duncan

This shit crazy, but I be hustling

Struggle, made me

It ain't nothing

Let's come together and get some money

A lot of killers, so we're the hustlers

I'm with the family

In Martha's Vineyard

I met the plug in Nantucket

Everybody, will shine together

If I can get this load through Kentucky

Keeping all this shit in the family

I'm giving plugs out to my cousin

You getting tripped right out your position

Try and go to war and ain't got no money

You chasing pussies

Stick to the mission

Them bitches only want your hundreds

Just like my fifth time out of Burbank since December

Next time, we trucking

Niggas just want to look like they getting it, so I ain't fronting them

You say you're rip jumping, and I come see it

I might can fuck with you

I ain't into making friends

I know firsthand I can't even trust niggas

Got introduced to the plug, and he already knew what was up with me

Imagine him giving me the work, and my hustling ass getting stuck with it

It took a month to move the load, but I ain't tripping

I made a buck fifty

My little man think he Klay Thompson wanna

Set his feet and just drop 60

If I really get in my bag, none of you rap niggas can box with me

I'm really just a trapper at heart, so always keep the Glock with me

My YB always on demon time

I feel like I got lil top with me

I don't even know the reason why I get this feeling like I can't stop winning

I don't know why I thought if I change my situation, then I'd stop sinning

For real

Go down this motherfucking ATL

Do a little bit of networking in my trap clothes

The networking crazy when I'm in trap mode, man

That's a lot of people problem, man

You niggas don't know how to network

That's why you niggas don't get no money

You gotta know how to network

You know what I'm saying

You know what I'm saying