Vaxuum Sealed

(专辑： Sorry We Was Trapping - 2022)

Boy
(Meech)
Man

I ain't gon' lie, I ain't shit without my vacuum seal
Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills
Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill
You was a bitch back in the day, you a ho still
Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel

Get your bitch, she on my D-I
Yeah, I be with five niggas, bitch, like I'm B.I. (On Bloods)
Made a hundred thou' on the road in a Nissan
Had niggas running 'round giving tips like they T.I.

Kinky freaky bitch, I'm pulling down her knee-highs
I watched her snort three lines, Adidas
She let me fuck, then I threw her ass the peace sign
Man, these niggas sell they soul for a cosign
I'll turn your bag up like a doorknob
I sent her out with the dog, that's a blowjob
Nigga all on my dick, that's his ho job
I done ran through more scripts than Beaumont
Get the bag to you quick in a Jimmy Johns
Who done caught more bodies than 50 shh
The load on timeout, I keep it quiet for the vacuum seal

She say she want that new Saint Laurent on the back of the heels
I love it when she suck dick and moan, yeah, it turn me up
Five, six, seven Perc', bitch, yeah, I'm booted up
She said can she hold somethin'? Told a bitch to hold these nuts
Spread them legs, get on the bed, baby, yeah, I love to fuck

I ain't gon' lie, I ain't shit without my vacuum seal
Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills
Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill
You was a bitch back in the day, you a ho still
Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel

On the 7 with a thigh pad like I'm Mike Vick
Blicky in the other pocket, better not try to try shit
Oversized Helmut Lang, Mike Amiris tight fit
Pint of Wock', zip of Runtz, chilling, on my high shit
Boy, who not trippin'?
2016, she wouldn't fuck, but now I got chicken
You dressing up for the hoes, I'm in the Crocs with it
Shooter down bad, so he gon' hit him in his top with it
Thirty shots the fully way, now he on Fox with it
Shit, that's some bad news
Thousand-dollar Bape, show my ass like a baboon
Christian Loubs on my feet, finna flash blue
Gen5 with me even when I'm in the bathroom
201, 101, I got a puncher with me
This is not a Scatpack, it's a fucking kitty
Hellcats, hellcats, fucking up the city
Ride around dolo, but I got another hundred with me
Fell asleep off the drugs, woke up to a package
Wake up and get my pros up, it's a habit, huh

I ain't gon' lie, I ain't shit without my vacuum seal
Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills
Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill
You was a bitch back in the day, you a ho still
Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel