Trapanese (feat. Backend Omar)

(I got Mikey with me fasho) Aye, aye, aye, let's go (Aye, aye let that bitch ride) Aye, we sending shots at your top Hit up your block, we send shots at your car My n***** they walking shit down, serving the pounds Come get you a taste of this Za Got me a switch, you ain't getting too far Every day we smoking new damn opp Roll that n**** up, put his ass in a gar Aye, hold on Feel like Lil Double0, every beat I get on it, and walk Can't tell me shit, don't talk How the f*ck you the only one having money in here When you was just asking from me This n**** a Goofy I ain't talking bout Mickey Caught 'em down bad, couldn't run, he ain't Rickey You'll think we some diapers, how we left 'em pissy Fell in love with the Cubans, I'm feeling like 50 Hold on, I get on the shit with no effort at all I been on the bench, now It's my time to ball Call my lil homie Jack, cuz he stay having beans I'm having my way with this shit like a hall Tell 'em stop sleeping on me, tell 'em wake up Aye, and don't wait till I get my cake up We just some young n***** who got some to prove You'll think imma earthquake, I get on the beat and just shake up (Gang) (Aye) One false move, get shot in your face He tried to play, and he knew it wan safe Let a f*ck n**** play while I'm clutching this drake Scat pack do the dash on the jakes Not tryna talk if it not bout the cake (Not bout the cake you get shot in your face, no cap) Straight off the top Got my young n**** out here selling rocks I'm in the trap clutching on a glock If that f*ck n**** play, we get to spending blocks Roll his ass up put, 'em in some Za Just a young n**** tryna get up to the top Tryna run up the money, and get to the riches If a f*ck n**** play, he catch one to the fitted (No cap)