Trap time, I′m all about crime
My rhymes are in their prime, I'm making the climb
Buy this shit on Prime, capping all the timeSelling that dime bag, green rag
Green flag, H.P. lag
Bagging the slabs, I don′t fuck with no meth labs
Op stabs, chromosome map
I ain't a bitch so I don't slap
Listen close and you can hear a clap
Listen to some trap
Like a gift I wrap you up in a body bag
I don′t mean to brag, selling that crack, Yung is back
Your beats lack, I′m selling packs, selling wax
Crack to the max, fucking loud packs
I got mad tracks, spending racks on Yeezys
Shots go counterclockwise, Op and turt my allies
Shooting at the cops with a motherfucking semi
There are so many we flip a penny to see who shoots first
Don't shoot any, just shoot at any enemy
Presidential like Kennedy, this is a mad melody
A remedy, no penalty, a Fuccbois specialty
You heard the rumors, a new crew is gonna rank in the viewers
If you don′t listen to us you a loser
Take your stinky ass back to a sewer, yo
If you got a problem, don't worry there′s ways we can solve it
I don't mind doing crime, I′m a baller
So much money I can hire a lawyer, yo
Put us on a stage, we get the crowd hype and go insane
I got bars, no need to explain
I used to be shy, now I don't retain
Got money on my mind, dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar signs
Learned to be happy when I found some dimes
Paying the bills with these rhymes
I'm 19, I′m at my prime and I still got some room to climb
Never will my card decline cuz it′s my fucking time to shine
Recording contract is what I'll sign, on a scale of 1 to 8 this is 9
See some chicks that they mighty fine, ending this verse with a final goodbye
I′m keeping that shit by the bushel
Keep fucking with me and we'll see who gets pushed
If you hating on me we get bigger, you squished
I don′t give a fuck who you hit or you took
I'm bigger than crook, I′m a shadow at night, bitch
I'm barely a human, a Star shining bright
I step out with the Ruger and fuck up your day
Bitch it's The Fuccbois and no we don′t play
I pull it and spray I knock your team out for the day
Fuck it I hit the whole season
I ain′t gotta have a reason, seasoned
You ain't made it yet how the fuck is you leaving?
Bitches be lying and thieving, skeezing
Break in your crib and hole up for the weekend
We some newcomers but we mvps, bitch
If you want drama I ain′t gonna pretend, Star
Why they mad boi? I'm decent
Watching these scales don′t gotta be pretense
I'm on the come up, ain′t no one believe it
Holy water in this bitch I'm a deacon
Check me out bitch I'm the one who they seeking
These bitch rappers used to be grown, now they squeaking
I could throw a whole check on the beat
I′m rolling deep, bet you catch me with a freak
Step in the spot, why these bois look so tweaked?
I bought a 1998 and I freaked
These motherfuckers ′bout to be meat
I got me some money, I keep my shit clean
Alarm clock music, ain't no more sleep
I cannot stop bitch, I′m in this shit deep
I'm holding some shit boi, you know what I keep
From my shoes, to my waist, to my stereo, heat, Star
