[Chorus: Houdini & Bvlly]
I-I-I just left the trap, four and a midget, Gary Coleman, uh
Don't care 'bout the tag, you know that I can afford it, uh
And I'm livin' fast, livin' life like I'm in sport mode (Yeah)
We gotta walk with the strap, we ain't into doin' chokeholds
I just got a strap, rippin' shirts like it's Hulk Hogan
Now I'm in the trap, pressin' keys like I'm Beethoven
How they hate on me? Pushin' foreigns that ain't stolen
They tryna vanish me by puttin' poison in my potion

[Verse: Houdini & Bvlly]
Yo, uh
We turn a two into four
I'm out of town, sellin', feel like a store, uh
The feds did a raid on my tour
Wonder why I don't show up anymore, uh
I do not show no remorse
She give me brain like a motherfuckin' dork, uh
I make like ten of a chorus
Good thing I know that my music important, uh
They ain't think the same, no more
Been in the game since I went and got off the porch
He ain't the same, no more
Close his eyes and now he seen a corpse
I'm who to blame, of course
Drippin' and spittin' that fire, I feel like a torch
Lot to be grateful for
We winnin' and both of us livin', so it could be worse
Been a bad boy, I've been up in that bando, uh
Dealt with handcuffs, that shit feel like bad luck, uh
Trap on Samsung, wrap him up like Santa, uh
Got no manners, make me look less handsome, uh
This is madness, I was marchin' to the mansion
I'm fly, Aladdin, like baby, be my Jasmine
And I'm not braggin', I whip dope with a passion
Run plays like Madden, you had it but that's past tense
Yo, uh
We goin' up this shit like the Behemoth
And if I said it, you know that I mean it
Pour up a four up in a two-liter
Cronem love playin' with .40's and Niners
These are designers, I treat 'em like beaters
Turn that bitch into a eater
Hit that bitch like Derek Jeter
I heard they said that it's cheaper to keep her
And I'm with Bvlly, we making a heater
With that Glizzy, feel like reaper
Slidin' it back, pullin' the lever
Shawty was wack, leave it to beaver
I need a ticket, not out the meter
Makin' a movie, not out the theatre
Baby, I'm hot, not with a fever
You pay a lot, I get it cheaper
[Chorus: Houdini & Bvlly]
I-I-I just left the trap, four and a midget, Gary Coleman, uh
Don't care 'bout the tag, you know that I can afford it, uh
And I'm livin' fast, livin' life like I'm in sport mode (Yeah)
We gotta walk with the strap, we ain't into doin' chokeholds
I just got a strap, rippin' shirts like it's Hulk Hogan
Now I'm in the trap, pressin' keys like I'm Beethoven
How they hate on me? Pushin' foreigns that ain't stolen
They tryna vanish me by puttin' poison in my potion

[Outro: Houdini & Bvlly]
Yo, uh
We goin' up this shit like the Behemoth
And If I said it, you know that I mean it
I need a ticket, not out the meter
Makin' a movie, not out the theatre