NO UPFRONTS

Yeah, I make the trap jump, but it ain't no upfront

Still servin' all the runts, and I got that purple punch

Niggas said that the Fruit Pebbles taste like Captain Crunch

I be smellin' like a pound, with my bitch havin' lunch

Yeah, I make the trap jump, I can't even fuckin' stunt

I was swervin' on fourth downs, I ain't even punt

Pulled up to a nigga trap, just to give that boy a front

Shit, he bought three ps, gone head and throw him one

You should see me in the sea, they gon' say that boy aint lion

Pull up with the folks, they gon' say he gettin' trifling