Yung Lan on the track
It´s your boy Versace Man

[Young Scooter]
Scooter trap rollin´, yeah, it´s bunkin´, bunkin´

Street, can I get some credit? You ain´t nothin´, nothin´
Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin´
If your trap ain´t hot, it ain´t bunkin´, bunkin´
Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin´, hustlin´
I rerock the weed, money doublin´, doublin´
You a petty hustler, watchin´ another nigga´s sack
You a petty hustler, and I can´t be around that, Street

[Young Scooter]
Petty ass nigga, stay the fuck from ´round me
I got out my situation, now I´m ´bout to sign me
Every day a lituation, all these Freebandz ´round me

You ain´t even worth a ten, why the fuck you ´round me?
She set her baby daddy up, bitch, you a petty ho
I´m from Lil Mexico, I ain´t talkin´ ´bout Mexico
I built my name off stretching dope like elastic
I really made a couple million off plastic
They hit me with the gang charge, it´s a petty case
My name heavy in the streets, nigga, you featherweight
You never made it to a brick, you moving petty weight
Brought out like fifty bricks today, they gone the same day, Street

[Young Scooter]
Scooter trap rollin´, yeah, it´s bunkin´, bunkin´
Street, can I get some credit? You ain´t nothin´, nothin´

Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin´
If your trap ain´t hot, it ain´t bunkin´, bunkin´
Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin´, hustlin´
I rerock the weed, money doublin´, doublin´
You a petty hustler, watchin´ another nigga´s sack
You a petty hustler, and I can´t be around that, Street

[Lil Baby]
Throwin´ this money amazing, I´m goin´ crazy, I´m in Magic on the stage
No shirt, ten chains, I ain´t ashamed, I ain´t come to play games
Fuck it, you got enough money, you just gotta shoot it, you ain´t even gotta aim, yeah
I´m with ´Set, free Tay, yeah

Ain´t no cap in my game, yeah
Rolls Royce switch lanes, yeah
Ain´t no dirt on my name
I´m in the Westin gettin´ loads off
I still´ll pay a J to drop a ho off
Let ´em play one time, I´ma go off
I done got rich, I don´t need to show off
I can keep sippin´, I won´t even dose
Nigga still livin´ like I´m kicking doors
We caught him slipping, had to wipe his nose
I´m standing tall on ´em, ten toes
I got some bros still selling loads
Try to wave motion, we switch hoes
Know I done blew a mil´ on clothes
Had to cut off my phone, yeah
Trap keep on rollin´
Told them folks I´m gone

[Young Scooter]
Scooter trap rollin´, yeah, it´s bunkin´, bunkin´
Street, can I get some credit? You ain´t nothin´, nothin´
Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin´
If your trap ain´t hot, it ain´t bunkin´, bunkin´
Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin´, hustlin´
I rerock the weed, money doublin´, doublin´
You a petty hustler, watchin´ another nigga´s sack
You a petty hustler, and I can´t be around that, Street