"trapped out" lyrics

I got percies, I got lean (DANGER!)
Rock the 30' for those f-
I got- I got percies, I got lean
Rock the 30' for those-
I got-, I got percies, I got lean
Rock the 30' for those feins

I got (chili?) fuck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And I think he got a beam
And these niggas look at me
Niggas they not really-

(BlackMoneyBoyz Deathrow, fuck nigga)

I got them bags, I can shit- (yuh, yuh)
I got them bags, I can shoot him for a fee
If u tryna' see some drank, nigga you should fuck with me
I got molly, I got weed
I got everything I need

I got percies, I got lean
Rock the 30' for those feins
I got percies, I got lean
Rock the 30' for those f-
I got- I got percies, I got lean
Rock the 30' for those feins

I got chill, the fuck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And I think he got a beam
And these niggas look at me

Niggas they not really playin'
And I send it in my dreams
I'm not stupid, I be gang
And I move accordingly
I just bought two [?], they'll be dirty in a week
I just- I just-
I just bought two [?], they'll be dirty in a week
Niggas hiding, [?] smoke
We gon' smoke all his on me

I ain't laughing ain't no joke
This ain't not no fucking game
Speaking on my nigga Mike
Til' these bullets hit his brain
On my gang he got no pass, nigga
I ain't fucking playing
You won't catch me at no mass, nigga
I ain't fucking praying
I ain't even wanna speak, bitch if you not fucking paying

Yuh
The fuck you sayin'?
Niggas can't even compete with me
They gotta team up
And they smoke can't even fuck with me
That shit not enough
I'll go bitch off where I'm known nigga
Ain't no fucking tricks
Cause that shit will get you killed nigga
Get you turnt to dust
I can't take no fucking chance nigga
I ain't had no luck
But I always take that risk nigga
I don't give a fuck

I got them bags, I can shit- (yuh, yuh)
I got them bags, I can shoot him for a fee
If u tryna' see some drank, nigga you should fuck with me

I got molly, I got weed
I got everything I need
I got percies, I got lean

Rock the 30' for those feins
I got (chili?) fuck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And I think he got a beam
And these niggas look at me