Ina Trap! (feat. $prynxx)

Ay, I'm in the trap with yo' bitch That head game is not shit I'm in the trap with a stick I upped four bands, I thought I told you I let my chop remix Turned to a pack so I can roll up I let that boy eat shit Slide through fast, nah, there's no hold up I let my G6 go Hold up, lock it, hot shit blow Pop down, lock it, drop it slow Shake that, shake that Get real low I'd kill myself for a suicide door Send you to heaven where I can't go Like, where's the X? I need some more What's this shit? I'll take 'bout four Yeah, we in the streets, it gets turnt Stay too long, yo' ass get burnt .762 yo' shit get murked I'm in the trap with the muhfuckin' birds Walk in this bitch with the muhfuckin' syrup Twerk, twerk, see that ass turn up Work it, work it, see that ass burn Yeah, shake it, shake it, shit goin' further Pregnant bitch, shots gettin' you knocked up I up four-five, put the Glock up Boy, when I up four-five, better get back Taking yo' face, better come get yo' shit back I done slid through, get the lick back I don't want your girl, get yo' bitch back She fallin' for me, but I get that Crackin' her up like a muhfuckin' Kit-Kat Crackin' her up like a muhfuckin' vase Talk too slick, catch four to your face I'll up like six of my K's Better believe it'll be your worst day F*ck it, I'll up five of the Dracs F*ck it, bullets stay taking your place F*ck it, tell him to get out the way F*ck it, Glock straight making his fate I'm in the trap with yo' bitch That head game is not shit I'm in the trap with a stick I upped four bands, I thought I told you I let my chop remix Turned to a pack so I can roll up I let that boy eat shit Slide through fast, nah, there's no hold up I let my G six go Hold up, lock it, hot shit blow Pop down, lock it, drop it slow Shake that, shake that Get real low I'd kill myself for a suicide door Send you to heaven where I can't go Like, where's the X? I need some more What's this shit? I'll take 'bout four (Woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah) Hold up, hold up bro, speed this shit up real quick Shit it's 76 with thirty purple wrapped around the case Cappin' ass Commander Cobra, boy, the king of all them snakes And if you speakin' really funny, flank ya' block a couple ways All my dawgs they got some money, they be foldin' it for days You put that drop up in my hand, but I can't see how much it weighs Let's spin the lot, or move some bands There's so much ice up in the Bay Oh shit, these vikes about half empty Losin' track how much I ate I'm overdosin' on these pills and 12's stay matchin' with my Drac I got these Olsen twin F.N.'s I'm 'bout to take 'em on a date You always broke and on yo' ass, boy, get the f*ck up, catch a play I'll hit you with a big ol' nine, you hear a Brees, it smoked ya' face Damn, damn, damn, damn It broke ya' knees, you need some plates I'm 'bout to stop up at Sunoco, all these hunnids I could break I'm pressin' Percs and pullin' Fent These pussy's hate how much it pays Damn, damn, damn, damn They can't stand how much I gain Damn, damn They can't stand how much I Ay, I'm in the trap with yo' bitch That head game is not shit I'm in the trap with a stick I upped four bands, I thought I told you I let my chop remix Turned to a pack so I can roll up I let that boy eat shit Slide through fast, nah, there's no hold up I let my G six go Hold up, lock it, hot shit blow Pop down, lock it, drop it slow Shake that, shake that Get real low I'd kill myself for a suicide door Send you to heaven where I can't go Like, where's the X? I need some more What's this shit? I'll take 'bout four