Текст песни Detroit Fields - Burnout MacGyver , SLVG

I look up out the window as I sit inside the trap
I just hit me out a lick that's bout to put me on the map
I was grippin with that stick
They know I'm blowin with that strap
Bullets wet you like some water
And they flowin like the tap
Game growin i adapt
Had my back against the wall
I put my hands up and I snapped
Anybody steppin up to run with me is gettin lapped
Keep a watch out for them boys
While all them things is gettin wrapped
My weed sticky like some motherfuckin sap
Rollin up the fruity it's hittin like boom bap
And we ain't with the cap
Weight we keepin on us always heavy like scrap
Bigger than copper
Coke in the parking lot at prime n proper
Sellin em bags they eatin the lobster
Pay off the bribe ima move like a mobster
Face in ya lap and ya head in ya pasta
Come to the money they know I'm a monster
Stacks in the safe and they sit at the casa
Weed loud as bein front row at the opera
Said I ain't with that little shit