Tony Fontana – Half-A-Mil

[Hit-Boy:]
Dipping down the backstreets
Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah)
I think I want my Trap Back
Couldn’t tell you all the places I’ve trapped at (Yeah)
Dipping down the backstreets
Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah)
I think I want my Trap Back
Made my first Million and I ain’t know how to act (Yeah)

In the Ashton getting head without askin’
I’m too much nigga rest in piece to ashton
Two-twenty on the dash I bet you can’t catch me
Bentley banded up
Young Dizi Galepsi
Jazzy with my ways free katana and champagne
I did show the most love
These niggas ain’t no good
They talking big but it don’t mean nothing
I’m just at the crib with yo hoe mean mugging

Yeah, I’m in her face (true)
And she making faces
Yeah, I’m in her face (true)
And she making faces

Put my chain on her titties
Get the picture taken
Six A.m. back in the street to collect the payment

Yeah
Fuck a G.P.S I just take the cash route
Tony Fontana nigga call me that now
Stay with the bag like I’m taking trash out
Yeah
Trappin trappin trappin trappin out the glass house
Yeah

Dipping down the backstreets
Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah)
I think I want my Trap Back
Couldn’t tell you all the places I’ve trapped at (Yeah)
Dipping down the backstreets
Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah)
I think I want my Trap Back
Made my first Million and I ain’t know how to act (Yeah)

[Dom Kennedy:]
They gon’ talk about you anyway, fuck em
The Coliseum on my display
And I was flyer then these niggas in the tenth grade
Yeah
Up at dulenz with the big plates
With no publicist
Pay for the WRL I be covered in
Jazzy with my ways
Straight tequila with champagne
I did show the most love
These niggas ain’t no good
They talking money but I don’t see nuthin’
We be at the crib no phones no nuthin’

Either getting faced (true)
Or I’m counting faces
While I’m bumping face (true)
Don’t get me mistaken
Official westside nigga get your picture taken
Up at serving spoon early off that turkey bacon, yeah

Fuck that hollywood, I’m too hood with it
Always been a standout, never been with the handouts
I think I want my trap back
Thirty shows living out my backpack, yeah

Dipping down the backstreets
Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah)
I think I want my Trap Back
Couldn’t tell you all the places I’ve trapped at (Yeah)
Dipping down the backstreets
Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah)
I think I want my Trap Back
Made my first Million and I ain’t know how to act (Yeah)