Countin’ racks up in my zone,
Stackin’ paper while I’m sittin’ on my throne,
Clutch moves, yeah, never gettin' shiesty,
Life’s a game, but I play it real wily.
Rollin’ deep in the trap, that’s the scene,
Got the squad with me, all dripped in green,
Bags full of dreams, we don’t ever fold,
We the ones that they watch, stories unfold.
Hustle hard, gotta keep that grind tight,
Late nights, bright lights, we shine so bright,
Slime on my wrist, it glitters and gleams,
Livin' out the life that we wrote in our dreams.
Cash flow steady, we run it like a scheme,
Talkin' big checks while we plot and we scheme,
Zero to a hundred, got no time to chill,
Chasin’ every dollar, you know the thrill.
Skrrt through the city, lanes switchin' elite,
Never lookin' back, we ownin' these streets,
Troops in the back, we execute the plan,
Always clutch, no luck, we just do what we can.
Bags full of slime, but the vibe’s real clean,
Dodgin' all the hate ‘cause I’m livin' the dream,
Shiesty behavior? We ain't playin' your games,
In the trap, we the kings, and we makin’ our claims.
So raise a toast to the nights we won't forget,
Countin’ blessings, never livin' with regret,
From the bottom to the top, yeah, that's our design,
With bags full of slime, we forever will shine.
This life’s a journey, and we’re owning the ride,
With each turn we take, buildin' stories with pride,
So remember our names when you think of the grind,
Bags full of slime, yeah, our legacy’s defined.
Trap
Bags, Slime, Zone, Racksup, Clutch, Shiesty