Lil Yo4RmBC, Bermuda Yae - Bout Time lyrics

All in the trap spot, whipping up that dirty
(Whip) baking soda and them Glocks
Plays going in and out
Young nigga with the scale
And the vacuum seals
(with the scale and the vacuum seals)
Young nigga I'm just tryna come
Up 'bout drug deals ('bout drug deals)
You ain't in the field nigga
Fo' real fo' real (Fo' real, fo' real)
Glock with 30 round put it in your grill
(Put it in your grill)
Where the bag? Where the cash at nigga?
(Come here) run up in yo' shit
I'll rob you with no mask nigga
(Don't need all that)
No pump fake, won't hesitate to blast nigga
Lil Yo nigga I'll turn yo' ass to Casper's
All I ever (Bands) remember them days when I
Was hustlin' Backwoods playin' get it right
Now I got my fuckin' racks up (Racks)

All these heard that you a lick
I gotta hit you with a tracker
Hit 'em with a tracker know a nigga sack him
Young nigga in this bitch like
He fuckin' Clay Matthews
Don't want no smoke they wait like
They really got bad asthma
Just let the blunt sit in my hand
I like to see the smoke man
The realest medicine around this bitch
Like it's an incense
I really been high as fuck around
This bitch since an infant
Young Yayo get in yo' hoe mouth
Just like he is a dentist