[Chorus]
Pull up to the trap, hundred racks in my backpack
Fat packs, flip 'em out the back like a flapjack
Bad bitch, hit it from the back cause her ass fat
Stackin' up racks like I hit the lotto, scratch that
I don't play games with a bitch save blackjack
Lame ass bitches, they be snitchin' on SnapChat
New designer fanny pack I swear I keep the strap back
Even though [?] every day like a fat man
I do what I want and you do what you can man
[?] and it came from Japan man
Looking very nice and this bitch be like 'Damn man'
But I trap way harder than tin can man

[Verse]
Ask me if [?] yeah I can man
And I got [?]
But I pull up and I had to catch a [?]
Bitch said I hit it out the park, not a grand slam
Homerun when I come home [?]
Bitch call me [?] cause she say I got the [?]
Mike Dece, hoes know that I'm the can man
So high, feeling like I'm never gonna land man

[Chorus]
Pull up to the trap, hundred racks in my backpack
[?], flip 'em out the back like a flapjack
Bad bitch, hit it from the back cause [?]
Stackin' up racks like I hit the lotto, scratch that
I don't play games with a bitch save blackjack
Lame ass bitches, they be snitchin' on SnapChat
New designer fanny pack I swear I keep the strap back
Even though [?] every day like a fat man
I do what I want and you do what you can man
[?] and it came from Japan man
[?] every night and the bitch be like [?]
But I trap way harder than tin can man