2,4,1

Trap-A-Holics bitch

I just drank my last cup now I'm spazzing out uh

Niggas want beef we pull up with AR's and we attacking now uh

I came from point fives in a bambú sheet but I'm having now uh

I can fit five grams of that top tier za in a backwood now uh

Might get my hands dirty while I'm making a play but I'm not backing out uh

The feds they think I'm a demon how I be talking backwards now uh

I told that lil bitch to cool it I make more bread than your daddy now uh

I light up a 10 gram cone it's hitting my lungs like Pacquiao uh

All these trees in my blunt and you still can't hit I'm not branching out uh