[Intro: Trap Dickey]
(M3RY, fix that shit)
(Yo, Blasty going up)
Boom, boom, boom
(IMixNation, for real)

[Verse 1: Trap Dickey]
Okay, who them boys makin' noise, choppers look like baby toys Cousin in the trap, he sellin' work, but he still unemployed (Trap)
Hit a n***a like I'm Jones Jr, n***a, Uncle Roy (Boom)
Burn these n***as for real, these n***as don't know we known to keep a torch (LA Gang)
Gettin' money, real racks holder (Boom)
N***as know we put that shit up on the floor just like in Magnolia Hit a n***a up, you know I'm that soldier (You know I'm that soldier)
Okay, disrespect my name and LA Gang'll get you whacked over (Boom)
In the trenches shit don't get no older (Trap)
Them n***as dick ridin', I can see them cliquеing up just like some damn promoters (Gang)
Uh, 'migo trappin off a Motorola (Boom)
Two hundrеd thousand on the road, we smokin' Dro, you gotta keep it cordial

[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
All them hitters fuckin' with me, I know n***as still hidin' (Trap)
Tell them n***as get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me (Boom)
They can't even go around me, n***as know that we the hottest (They know)
Ain't no n***a fuckin' with me, they know we the trendin' topic (LA Gang)
All them hitters fuckin' with me, I know n***as still hidin' (Trap)
Tell them n***as get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me (Boom)
[Verse 2: Trap Dickey]
Beat the bowl, off the stove, bullshit like he D Rose (Trap)
Runnin' shit just like the Pope, n***as rats and bitches fold (Fold)
Posted at the 24 (Yeah), n***as servin' highs and lows (Gas)
N***as 12, catch a shell, make you choose who side you on (Trap)
N***as ain't gon' kill 'bout it, serve a couple years 'bout it
Blood, sweat and drills a couple tears
Told you n***as I'm a gettin' money real racks holder (Boom)
N***as know we put that shit up on the floor just like in Magnolia Hit a n***a up, you know I'm that soldier
Okay, disrespect my name and LA Gang'll get you whacked over (Trap)

[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
All them hitters fuckin' with me, I know n***as still hidin'
Tell them n***as get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me
They can't even go around me, n***as know that we the hottest (Ayy)
Ain't no n***a fuckin' with me, they know we the trendin' topic

[Verse 3: Rylo Rodriquez]
Shawty keep a friend with her, always keep a cup with me (Phew, phew, phew)
Shawty started a Hellcat, all I did was fuck up a V (Fuck up a V)
I don't take the rubber off (No, I can't), she tryna make another me (Want a baby)
Ain't never givin' my kids candy, I want them stay sucker free (Sucker free)
They put lil' bro on probation, on color code, they hate when you gotta piss (Gotta piss)
And that n***a be spun, my talent good, but Shabby dropped the blick (Dropped the blick)
Took a pill today, ain't break it in half, I come down, I'll admit (Yeah, yeah)
Most of them members I know who still exist, why start it 'bout a bitch? (Huh?)
She put it inside Balenci' runners, gotta pack I got the game made (Phew, phew)
He wanna be a lil' transparent, n***a, I ain't nothin' like Dwyane Wade (No)
I took the lid off the pint bottle, codeine make me feel great (Uh-huh)
I'm startin' to feel like a killer whale, I gotta see how the seal taste (Yeah, uh-huh)
Bro got a couple hats, he could've worked at the Lids place (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' to Twitter on the jail phone, notice whatever the feds say
[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
All them hitters fuckin' with me, I know n***as still hidin'
Tell them n***as get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me
They can't even go around me, n***as know that we the hottest (Ayy)
Ain't no n***a fuckin' with me, they know we the trendin' topic
All them hitters fuckin' with me, I know n***as still hidin'
Tell them n***as get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me

[Outro: Rylo Rodriquez]
Ain't no n***a fuckin' with us, come and say I still got it
Fuck her, then I jetted on her, she think I'm a real pilot
Say she love a n***a, I don't know how to feel about it
It just look like Saks Fifth when you walk in my room and closet