| Trapacohols |
| It’s Gucci |
| I’m so fucking careless |
| I talk real grizzy and in my wrist freezy |
| And I don’t really care bitch |
| I’m riding in a 2 seater but I’m by myself |
| Because I’m so fucking selfish |
| I’m ride in the town and I’m smoking by the pound |
| Because I don’t like to share shit |
| And I got the things on the low |
| I can put you on |
| Talking to your square bitch |
| I never talk to bitches, they always talk to me |
| They never walking to me when they see me always run on me |
| What kind of future |
| It ain’t no saving me |
| Im too american, im living |
| But girls inside my belt |
| Young future need some help |
| The realist nigga left |
| And I stay fresh to death |
| Beverly hills |
| And i dont need no studies |
| My niggas still |
| So very selfish, but she is so fucking |
| numbers |
| Got versace put jumpers |
| And my of buggatti |
| I had in a valley, on a back of buggatti |
| I’m in love with the drink |
| Went to sleep with the pain |
| Had the dream about money |
| And woke up in the bame |
| I’m not to |
| So i can see what you saying |
| You jumping real waters |
| I just to the club |
| I drink my in you srills |
| Look in my watch that why your girlfriend in love |
| I drove my car in the summer |
| They say it’s just the begining |
| But Gucci think he’s doing numbers |
| Yeah, ah |
| She might say just a |
| He might take just a minute |
| I’m counting money, he gonna take the whole |
| She went on in my zone |
| I just come she alone |
| See me put in |
| See I’m famous like |
| Bitches say that I’km selfish |
| Because I’m often a |
| Smoking weed I’m selfish |
| When they see me put in |
| Because no |
| Can’t say man |
| Lately I’m going move to |
| Bitch dont look behind you |
| Ice came |
| Everythime I come throw |
| Money always come throw |
| Bitch dont look behind you |
| Ice came |
| 4026 is where real niggas come through |