[Tag 1: Trap-A-Holics & Shadoe Haze]
Trap-A-Hol—, Trap-A-Hol—, Trap-A-Hol—

[Intro: Scoot]
Yuh, yuh, whoa, huh? Hm? Wait, aye!
Damn, this shit go like "Aye!"
What the fuck it do? That shit kinda go like "Aye!"
Okay, I got something for 'em
I say

[Verse 1: Scoot, Trap-A-Holics, & Shadoe Haze]
Gotta go hard, drive
Load the TEC, you part time
I disconnect you offline
Need respect, that's all mine (Ugh!)
I'm a smart guy
Got twin Glocks at all times
They don't shoot, they harmonize
Hit that note, they blow your mind (Trap-A-Hol—, Trap-A-Hol—, ugh!)
And I got weight on me (Okay)
I'm a big deal, they wait on me (Yes, sir)
You can't pay that fee (Whoa)
I'mma collect, just wait and see (Yup)
Haters turn to vacancies (Whoa)
Freddy with the Ruger follow your dreams (Bow)
I stay zooted, streets I'm rooted
No cap, please don't play with me (Aye)
Pleasе don't think it's sweet
The choppers had a busy week
I clock my shooters in
Thеy got that scope
So if you hide, they seek
And when you tagged, yo' body freeze
Might end up in the Wallacean
Don't play these games
I might just peek
I count to ten, they rest in peace
[Tag 1: Trap-A-Holics & Shadoe Haze]
Trap-A-Ho—, Trap-A-Ho—, Trap-A-Ho—

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine (Grrah!)
No more opps in the area
With my blood like Malaria
And the stick on my side like Harry, uh
Metal, I carry, got iron sittin' in my carry-on
Two or three straps in the chariot
Shit can get dark like a lariat
Ain't no room for the bullshit, carry on
We done booked the whole damn Marriott
So much money, my drip Thousand Sunny but
Your drip old, like the water Going Merry on
Shit not funny if you thinkin' you can touch me
Youngins like Chucky, shit can get scary, dog
Clipper light flick, couple hits, I'm very gone

[Skit: VI Seconds & Scoot]
How you got weed and invite me and Scoot over, but don't offer us none?
You a bad friend, PE$O, but yo (Aye, aye)

[Tag 2: PE$O PETE & [?]]
SHINY PACK! (*Shiny Pokémon Sparkle*)
[Tag 1: Trap-A-Holics & Shadoe Haze]
Trap-A-Hol—, Trap-A-Hol—, Trap-A-Hol—

[Verse 3: VI Seconds & PE$O PETE]
I be touchin' all this money, you ain't got a thing
I pull up with a Glock and I let it sing (Bow)
When it pop, it go "Bitty-bop, botta-bing"
I got a lotta chains and a lotta rings (Icy)
I ain't got a lotta time for the bullshit, yuh
You don't wanna hop in the bull pit, yuh
Got full pockets and a full clip, yuh
Whip you in the mouth, get a full lip, yuh (Aye)
When it come to the money, I got some mean ways
I keep me a Tommy that stay within green range
Or I get it online, no need to see face
I can go on vacay for a hundred and three days
If I want to
You do money talks, this how money look (Yeah)
I give you funny looks, you have funny looks
I call these n***as bummy, you have bummy looks
I send these n***as dummies, you a dummy

[Outro: VI Seconds]
Juice