Trap Spot - C.M.L.

I’m in the zone

Niggas hate me 'cause my money long

Got your bitch up in the thong

'Bout to fill her with this bone

You keep blowing up her phone

Asking when she coming home

She just left you all alone

She ain’t did nothing wrong

With that million dollar man

Kicking shit like Jackie Chan

I’m just thumbing through these bands

Bitch I’m cooler than a fan

Gucci loafers in the sand

We can’t fuck if she ain’t paying

Got a billion dollar brand

I’m just sticking to the plan

Got Versace on my shades

Nigga smoother than some suede

Plotting on me, get you sprayed

Turn your dreads to a fade

Buck a nigga with this gauge

They just let me out the cage

Came home and had it made

Now I kick rappers off the stage

Niggas know what I’m about

I’m the hottest nigga out

Keep my name up out your mouth

'Fore these bullets hit your house

30 gang, we in the South

Run up on me, boy I doubt

Niggas trying to get some clout

But I don’t never see 'em out