LOW TiDE - Talinwya ft. Kayawya

Yeah

I'm a sick bastard, certified trapper
Wake up in the morning, and I'm gettin' money faster
I done turned into a ghost, you would think that I was Casper
Went grabbin' for the hunnids, hold a moment, I'm a catcher
Yeah, real trap shit, Ziploc with the baggies
I been jumpin' out the gym, for the bag, March Madness
I'm in ya mind, like an Instagram caption
You ain't never spent ten bands on fashion
I'm in ya mind, like an Instagram caption
You ain't never spent ten bands on fashion

Yeah, wake up in the morning and the money is callin'
I just dropped the syrup in the cup, it's fallin'
Yeah, Bentley Bentayga in the back, it's crawlin'
Dropped a Perky in the stu', now I'm feelin' so nauseous, yeah
Every diamond dancin' on the neck, they flawless
Baby bust it open in the whip, she gorgeous
Car real fast, you don't understand horses
Bitch, move fast, he ain't matchin' all the [?]
When the guys all sign, we'll trap and turn to artists
When the guys all sign, we'll trap and turn to artists

I'm a sick bastard, certified trapper
Wake up in the morning, and I'm gettin' money faster
I done turned into a ghost, you would think that I was Casper
Went grabbin' for the hunnids, hold a moment, I'm a catcher
Yeah, real trap shit, Ziploc with the baggies
I been jumpin' out the gym, for the bag, March Madness
I'm in ya mind, like an Instagram caption
You ain't never spent ten bands on fashion
I'm in ya mind, like an Instagram caption
You ain't never spent ten bands on fashion

I'm a sick bastard, certified trapper
Throw some hundredsds on me and my back hurt
Got some of the Prada, Rakata on me and my bag first
Rock amigo, my shoulders are dead first
What you did for your people, your best bird?
Got a hoe and they callin' me a rapper
Drag out the paper and they scheme all the hate
Drag out the paper, I done ran outta [?]
Bring out the money, ballin', out the cage
Bring out the money, bossed up wit' a cape
Cartiers on me, racks all in my face
Hoe touchin' on me, bitch prolly your fav'
Safe bein' [?], but he got [?]
I was servin' that dope, for the [?]
Need a bitch, had to get to the cat, purr
Hoe sayin' she a ten, she a capper
He ain't poppin' them pills, it's a bad Perc'
Carry my game, man, it feel like my back hurt
Gettin' to the cheese, I ain't talkin' 'bout a [?]
Walk up in the party, and you know I had to [?]
Got [?] goin', built like a [?]
Shit hot, need to ball like a [?]

I'm a sick bastard, certified trapper
Wake up in the morning, and I'm gettin' money faster
I done turned into a ghost, you would think that I was Casper
Went grabbin' for the hunnids, hold a moment, I'm a catcher
Yeah, real trap shit, Ziploc with the baggies
I been jumpin' out the gym, for the bag, March Madness
I'm in ya mind, like an Instagram caption
You ain't never spent ten bands on fashion
I'm in ya mind, like an Instagram caption
You ain't never spent ten bands on fashion