[Intro]
Yeah, Longway, Longway
(His name is Kino Beats)
Know what I'm sayin’?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I been trappin', sellin' zaza
The stick gon’ match your vibe and I can't wait to send you bye-bye
Her ass ain't matchin' her thigh, can't come at a n***a like me talkin' 'bout payin' for pussy
Choppin’ in two different bags, I’m trappin' and rappin’, the back end, spend it on bud
I used to be dozin' off and pourin' up drank so dark, you could taste the sud
Box it and punch it to A-town, Sprinklez so strong, you smell it, you taste the bud
I done took so many L's with so many bills, all a n***a wanna see is a W
Good game, auntie always told me, and fuck it, then I’ll book the W
Stay down, stack up the paper, don't never look back, go get what's in front of you
I been chasin' this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they Nip' blue
Seven days, still trappin' the traphouse, twelve o'clock, I get it shipped through
You can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo-boo

[Chorus]
Run your money up, them n***as stay inside your bag (Run it up)
Havin' the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don't do turkey bags or black bags
I'm a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna
Told my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner
All these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffin' on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her
[Verse 2]
Everything COD, no favors, ain't no loan, lil' n***a
I'm Jude right youngest baby, you know I'm on point, ain't no hoein' no n***a (Judy baby)
I spin shit one-deep, when I'm shootin' shit, sound like four n***as (Baow)
It's a must that I eat, all my family first, no broke n***as
These streets get cold as hell, when it's hot outside, get your coat, lil' n***a
These hoes go faster than me, they fuck as I'm drivin' the boat, lil' n***a
And I'm goin' fast
I go to the Waco and reup with bags, 220 the dash
Yeah, a fuck n***a play, he gon' lay where he play, .223 on his ass (Baow)
Tell my n***as to come up, we went with plan, ran that shit up off of slabs
I'm a boss, still trap in the back of the Benz, in my outfit, that's my lab
I got me somethin' thick and somethin' pretty, she tell her to bend over, grippin' her ass
They said the pack on a layaway, know what I did? Put that shit on the cab

[Chorus]
Run your money up, them n***as stay inside your bag
Havin' the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don't do turkey bags or black bags
I'm a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna
Told my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner
All these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffin' on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her