[Intro: Fat Nick]
Ayo, Lil' Mexico, pass the gas
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Free all of my opps because this shit's not so fun (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double-stuffed
I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell your mans to catch up (Skrrt, skrrt)
And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Free all of my opps because this shit's not so fun (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double-stuffed
I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell your mans to catch up (Skrrt, skrrt)
And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Okay, it's free all the opps 'cause this shit getting boring
First, U.S. sold out then hit Europe, we tourin'
Lil' shorty Japanese, that ol' butt lookin' gorgeous
I just cracked a ginger ale, grabbed a Tech' pint and poured it
All my Backwoods blue 'cause my smoke be imported (Okay)
And it's still fuck Trump 'cause he want FLEX' get deported
It be thirty for the 30's, fourteen hunnid for potions
You bought these Glocks for the gram, my .40 leave 'em in ocean
You pull the TEC, it gon' jam, this choppa spray in the open
My uncle still in the can, while my mama cried, she can't hold it
Simon say, you won't shoot him, why the fuck is you totin'?
Got compas killin' for free, you goin' half off for promotion
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Free all of my opps because this shit's not so fun (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double-stuffed
I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell your mans to catch up (Skrrt, skrrt)
And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Free all of my opps because this shit's not so fun (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double-stuffed
I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell your mans to catch up (Skrrt, skrrt)
And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
We gon' bust shit now and keep the questions for later
I made a milli' on my own, ain't got no time for a hater (Hahaha)
If you really 'bout that action, quit that internet actin' (Trap, trap, trap)
We throw fists, tote dicks, or whatever you with
Fucked up, I can't, I can't, I can't feel my face
F&N in my gun, we gon' catch a case
Big diamonds on my neck, you can't see this way
And if we catch you up in traffic, look the other way (Skrrt)
High as fuck, bitch, I'm zooming in my two-seater
Oh, I know that bitch, she used to be the crew leader
These Versace steppers, and a Gucci sweater
Why your mans hating on me? He don't know no better
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Free all of my opps because this shit's not so fun (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double-stuffed
I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell your mans to catch up (Skrrt, skrrt)
And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Free all of my opps because this shit's not so fun (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double-stuffed
I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell your mans to catch up (Skrrt, skrrt)
And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
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