Packs

When them phones get slow, niggas start to having writer's block

Say what's on my mind, I just rap about my life a lot

Before I hit the road, I find a driver and a hidding spot

I ain't come up off no fuckin' Trump loan, nor no biden plot

Fuckin' with no nigga who gon' show me any sign of cop

Get half of him killed and just ball on a surviving opps

Feinds buy my ice and say it's fire , it's that icy hot

Young trap nigga come and striker like a lightning rod

She ate me first night, what's her name? Shit, I forgot

Call me Big Slappa Slappa, I'm the one these hoes like a lot