[Intro] Spent a lot of night and a lot of days hoping I get that work on
[Hook] Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap
[Verse 1: Dave East] Running [?] hundred on your head, fill your top with lead Far from fed All my niggas starving, stomach feeling dead Feeling fresh, I don't know bout you but I can make it back Take a pack, bring it to the hood, bet I make a stack Harlem's own, smokers call my phone when they want a fix I can spit but I'm still up in the trap, I want a brick Call my bluff, I just need some drugs, tired of being broke Fuck the fame, got a lot of aim, let 'em see the scope Bedroom full of white girl, let 'em see the coke Rip a ounce right before I bounce, gotta flee the coast Bitches know I can get it quick, all my shit legit On the strip tryna make it flip, started out with nicks Got the dimes coming from my [?] I seen a lot of crime Out my mind, you, you better watch your moms All of me giving all I got, now I'm calling shots Ballet pick my parking spot, shots light up the parking lot
[Hook] Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap
[Verse 2: Tray Pizzy] Back back, dare a nigga front, hit 'em with the pump With the shits gun'll eat a clip, take a shit and dump What you want, I can promise nigga it ain't this duck Dip you a burger nigga I can get you flipped, get you clipped I can get you hit, all I know is clap nigga Brick half quarter chicken, all I know is trap nigga Bottle, zip it, seal it get it, all I know is bag nigga You a bitch, you be in the crib, you just rap nigga Trap lord, no Ferg bi, name a drug and I served it My named good and I earned it They had the knob down and I turned it Tried school but I ain't learned shit Kept it gully, that fern shit Silence lambs, they ain't heard shit Yoga flame and I burn shit Niggas wack, told 'em give it, y'all was murdered once RIP Chinx, Riot Squad, word to Ferguson Fuck your man raps, tell 'em that, I ain't heard of son Broke & Trippy, neighborhood, bitch I know you heard of 'em
[Hook] Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap
[Outro]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
