Trap out the trap We gotta run up them racks All day, makin' it back I, know what to do with a pack True say I got them racks, so I don't be wastin' my talent Fuck on a pretty lil baddie 'Member I used to trap out the grannys
Talk your shit, nigga I'm gonna head to the top of the earth Tryna fly true I'm gonna head up to die first, yeah Lotta mans dyin', I gotta get what I want in a hurry Ain't gone cap I makin' more than what you made off a birdie Ain't got money Trapping the ends with hundreds of junkie Take that lil bitch now she saying it's funny Hit from the back and you know that I'm nuttin' Lettin' her off, on her face and its nothin (Nasty lil bitch, you so disgustin') Glock with the dick, fuckin' and fuckin' Empty the clip and I'm buggin', I'm buggin' Look at this wrist, you know its buzzin' Look at this fit, it's kinda boomin' How many bitches they tryna go [?] Puttin' the bread in the block like hustle You ain't my dawg, we're not brothers You with my dawg, cannot cuff you Give me the bands, give me the credit Give me the grams, I know how to stretch it
Trap out the trap We gotta run up them racks All day, makin' it back I, know what to do with a pack True say I got them racks, so I don't be wastin' my talent Fuck on a pretty lil baddie 'Member I used to trap out the grannys Trap out the trap We gotta run up them racks All day, makin' it back I, know what to do with a pack True say I got them racks, so I don't be wastin' my talent Fuck on a pretty lil baddie 'Member I used to trap out the grannysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
