Trap time, I′m all about crime

My rhymes are in their prime, I'm making the climb

Buy this shit on Prime, capping all the timeSelling that dime bag, green rag

Green flag, H.P. lag

Bagging the slabs, I don′t fuck with no meth labs

Op stabs, chromosome map

I ain't a bitch so I don't slap

Listen close and you can hear a clap

Listen to some trap

Like a gift I wrap you up in a body bag

I don′t mean to brag, selling that crack, Yung is back

Your beats lack, I′m selling packs, selling wax

Crack to the max, fucking loud packs

I got mad tracks, spending racks on Yeezys

Shots go counterclockwise, Op and turt my allies

Shooting at the cops with a motherfucking semi

There are so many we flip a penny to see who shoots first

Don't shoot any, just shoot at any enemy

Presidential like Kennedy, this is a mad melody

A remedy, no penalty, a Fuccbois specialty

You heard the rumors, a new crew is gonna rank in the viewers

If you don′t listen to us you a loser

Take your stinky ass back to a sewer, yo

If you got a problem, don't worry there′s ways we can solve it

I don't mind doing crime, I′m a baller

So much money I can hire a lawyer, yo

Put us on a stage, we get the crowd hype and go insane

I got bars, no need to explain

I used to be shy, now I don't retain

Got money on my mind, dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar signs

Learned to be happy when I found some dimes

Paying the bills with these rhymes

I'm 19, I′m at my prime and I still got some room to climb

Never will my card decline cuz it′s my fucking time to shine

Recording contract is what I'll sign, on a scale of 1 to 8 this is 9

See some chicks that they mighty fine, ending this verse with a final goodbye

I′m keeping that shit by the bushel

Keep fucking with me and we'll see who gets pushed

If you hating on me we get bigger, you squished

I don′t give a fuck who you hit or you took

I'm bigger than crook, I′m a shadow at night, bitch

I'm barely a human, a Star shining bright

I step out with the Ruger and fuck up your day

Bitch it's The Fuccbois and no we don′t play

I pull it and spray I knock your team out for the day

Fuck it I hit the whole season

I ain′t gotta have a reason, seasoned

You ain't made it yet how the fuck is you leaving?

Bitches be lying and thieving, skeezing

Break in your crib and hole up for the weekend

We some newcomers but we mvps, bitch

If you want drama I ain′t gonna pretend, Star

Why they mad boi? I'm decent

Watching these scales don′t gotta be pretense

I'm on the come up, ain′t no one believe it

Holy water in this bitch I'm a deacon

Check me out bitch I'm the one who they seeking

These bitch rappers used to be grown, now they squeaking

I could throw a whole check on the beat

I′m rolling deep, bet you catch me with a freak

Step in the spot, why these bois look so tweaked?

I bought a 1998 and I freaked

These motherfuckers ′bout to be meat

I got me some money, I keep my shit clean

Alarm clock music, ain't no more sleep

I cannot stop bitch, I′m in this shit deep

I'm holding some shit boi, you know what I keep

From my shoes, to my waist, to my stereo, heat, Star