Mg Lil Bubba Paint Chipping Lyrics

[Chorus: Money Man]
I got killers, they gon slide for the free
I got plugs, they gon send 'em for the cheap
Thousand pounds, had 'em gone in a week
Big stepper, got the stick in the Jeep
Bad bitch, she a stone cold freak
Breaking bread, yeah, we all gon eat
Still trappin', I just do it for the love
Came from the bottom, now they show me love
Bad bitch, give a nigga shoulder rubs
Walking out of Louis, I just blew a dub
I gotta get to the racks, that's at all costs
Play with the boss, you gon get knocked off
Aim at his head, just like a vert, we took his top off
I'm in the trap getting bags dropped off
Steal from the gang, get your hands chopped off

[Verse 1: Money Man]
We too precise, we can't take no loss, yeah
Shouts out to Oregon, cause I be tapped in
I love the way that her back bend
I'm just gon count up this back end
I swear that money my best friend
I'm not a normal pedestrian
I'm just gon burn on the best strain
Count up a hundred, it's squid game
My chopper don't rap but it spit flame
Ice on my neck, I got three chains
King of the trap, I got street fame
In the Urus, you know I'ma switch lanes
Got the AK, it came with the switchblade
Put that Glock to your head like a temp fade
I'm the king of this shit, I'm the sensei
[Chorus: Money Man]
I got killers, they gon slide for the free
I got plugs, they gon send 'em for the cheap
Thousand pounds, had 'em gone in a week
Big stepper, got the stick in the Jeep
Bad bitch, she a stone cold freak
Breaking bread, yeah, we all gon eat
Still trappin', I just do it for the love
Came from the bottom, now they show me love
Bad bitch, give a nigga shoulder rubs Walking out of Louis, I just blew a dub
I gotta get to the racks, that's at all costs
Play with the boss, you gon get knocked off
Aim at his head, just like a vert, we took his top off
I'm in the trap getting bags dropped off
Steal from the gang, get your hands chopped off

[Verse 2: Mg Lil Bubba]
I gotta wake up, get my racks out the trap
Baby good, I got a hundred in and out
Whack a nigga just for speaking out of turn
Every loss I had to shake back and learn
Four or five flavors, you can get served
I ran it up, scheming, plotting on the bird
He tried to rob, now he on a t-shirt
I can put you on and I can get you murked
Smoking on good dope and watching our cost
I ran up from a bowl off the floor
Re-up the stash, then go do a show
Hit a big play, then I put on my bro
Before we leave the spot, we gotta get off this load
The pole still on me when I lock up the door
Knock a nigga top, we gon straight out and go
I made a hundred bands just from burpin' a bowl
[Chorus: Money Man]
I got killers, they gon slide for the free
I got plugs, they gon send 'em for the cheap
Thousand pounds, had 'em gone in a week
Big stepper, got the stick in the Jeep
Bad bitch, she a stone cold freak
Breaking bread, yeah, we all gon eat
Still trappin', I just do it for the love
Came from the bottom, now they show me love
Bad bitch, give a nigga shoulder rubs
Walking out of Louis, I just blew a dub
I gotta get to the racks, that's at all costs
Play with the boss, you gon get knocked off
Aim at his head, just like a vert, we took his top off
I'm in the trap getting bags dropped off
Steal from the gang, get your hands chopped off