Aromatic Lyrics

Pass me a aromatic

I stay smokin' gas

Man I gotta habit

I want all this cash

Man I gotta have it

Ain't wit all that Insta and Facebook cappin'

Green light on your head

Since you say you active

Left off where I started

I came in snappin'

Yo bitch on my dick

But she ain't attractive

Show up to the scene

I'm the main attraction

Gotta hustle, ain't no off days

We was trappin', servin' all day

Shortstoppin', takin' all the plays

Got low when the law came

Hit the strip club, make it rain

Stay down, gotta maintain

Got them racks, money ain't a thing

Bo Jackson, how I changed the game

No cut, servin' straight raw

Ballin' like I'm in the playoffs

Can't afford to take a day off

Watch how a nigga take off

Gettin' money, ain't no cap

Buy a P, I make 4 flat

I'm a real trapper and you know that

No slack, can't hold back

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

I ain't worried bout such and such

It was me and lil bro

We was comin' up

Got shooters on go

Ain't no running up

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

I stayed down

Tryn' run it up

Stayed down, made shit hot

All I wanna do is get guap

Used to re-up with a Ziploc

Back when I stayed beside Bip Bop

Met my first plug at the Big-Lots

Used to skip school around 10 o'clock

My mama would tell me no In-n-Out

But I hit the trap and be in and out

And I used to trap around Ellis house

Kept that work boy

You know we ain't sellin' out

My brother got locked

Had to bail him out

But he lost the case, he a felon now

Fiends shootin' up they whole veins

They take a ride on the soul plane

Got me thinkin' bout them slow days

Couldn't get rid of a four-way

But whether you know or not

I can't be seen wit' no local thot

I hit the trap and I open shop

Lil mama head dumb

She think that she know a lot

Met a new plug and he say that he grow a lot

Ran up a check and they say that I'm showin' out

Picked up your bitch just to see what your hoe about

Can't take my gun in, fuck it ain't goin' out

Family and money is shit I can't go without

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

I ain't worried bout such and such

It was me and lil bro

We was comin' up

Got shooters on go

Ain't no running up

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

Stayed down

Tryn' run it up

I stayed down

Tryn' run it up

Yeah, yeah

Bitch you know that I stayed down

Bitch you know me, I'm from quay town

And you know me I don't play round

Yeah

Yall niggas ain't fuckin' wit me man

Tuda