On The Floor Lyrics

Keepin' up with me is like a rabbit in a turtle race

Grindin' for some carrots, so I guess I gotta serve today

I just got a text from my sale, he say he got 5K

French had me in the Yami with them Zoes, I told em Sak Pase

I just post on the gram, I got them lows who tryna cop today

And if you cop a lot, I'ma drop the ticket so you can pop a play

I be poppin' shit, I got so much shit, this shit on the floor

Broke niggas got a lot to say, but them niggas ain't got no hope

Them niggas ain't got no place to sleep, they sleepin' on the floor

I was gettin' cheese since like 15, sneakin' out my mama door

At Papa Doe's, I got my ho eatin' crab cakes and lobster rolls

I told my son, you can have everything you want, just be on that honor roll

We switchin' it up, who runnin' with me to the top

I don't give a fuck, if you really with me or not

These niggas be fake trappin' and don't got the shit they say they got

You call them niggas for somethin', they gotta call back, you know they ain't got that huh

Call me, I'ma pull up in five minutes, Like here, I got what you want

Trizzy, got the block hot every ten minutes, he been back and forth

You can't get out the trap, cause you don't even know how to stack, my boy

Put all that weight on my back, and if I crack, I ain't Big Trap, my boy

Ooh, I ain't use a scale in a long time

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, nigga, pick a pound, or pick a price

I ain't even pick this life, it just happened, I invested in it

I'm bout to LLC this shit, professionalism

I put Dior on my feet, cause im more bless then niggas

He said that's the best he can do, I said, you can do better, nigga

Drop that price so I can get straight and get my whole team straight

Tryna serve that Real Za , not no ice cream cake

I don't even know, dude, I just know he fake

I don't even know you, I just heard you snake

Why you comin' round me, and you don't bring nothin to the table

Why you comin' round me, you don't bring nothin to the table

Ayy, had to say it two times

Finna pour some juice up, only need like two lines

Tell the plug to boost us, yeah, I need like two kinds

I been sippin' moon Fuck, I been sippin' moonshine

I got a whole lotta plays to catch, I got a whole lotta bags to beat

I'm feelin' like Project Pat, why? Cause I gotta feed the streets

When we meet, be discreet, matter of fact, meet me up the street

Can't talk on no phone, walkin' out the house

Gotta carry the bag and tuck the heat, carry the bag and tuck the heat

She get mad and don't wanna fuck with me, I be livin' the life of luxury

Fly to Cali, meet the plug with me

Big Ol house with dogs in my garage, don't do no company

See, I make racks, up off them shit right there, look at the color scheme

Merle pattern, I just had a girl snatch one

And they sell, like, crack, so I'ma make a girl Merle black one

Run it up, nigga, stack some

Hit the jeweler, go snatch some

Ball harbour shoppin' on my B-day, We don't do Pacsun

Diamonds on my teeth, these shit crushed up

Flexin' in my pic, two middle fingers up

I guess I don't give no fuck-fuck

F&N on me, told a, fuck, nigga, fuck, Ya

Tryna run some Milwaukee bucks up

Diamonds on my teeth, all I know is pushin' P

I don't know bout you, but I know I want a million

Diamonds on my teeth, these shit crushed up

Flexin' in my pick, two middle fingers up

I guess I don't give no fuck-fuck

F&N on me, told a, fuck, nigga, fuck, ya

Tryna run some Milwaukee bucks up