Trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin Ayy, put your homie on, you know your man's hurtin Ayy, broski in the kitchen, you know my man's workin He been in here whippin' for so long, it got his hand hurtin One thing for sure, two things for certain, we gon' get ah bag If we fall off back to the trap, yeah, we gon' get it back Lil' broski been phening' for a while, ah turn you to a pack VIP, when we come to the club, we turnt up to the max Trap been boomin' for a while, I made like 50 racks Fifteen in a month, but it's still free to get a nigga whacked Do that shit myself, bitch, I'm out slidin, and where you niggas at Ain't gon' lie, I fell off, and came up off a 600 pack Ayy, count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin Ayy, it's bound to be a murder, my lil' man's lurkin Everybody actin' like they killers, that's for damn certain Think about these racks so goddamn much, it got my head hurtin VIP, soon as we hit the club, we come in' through the back Bitches shakin' ass, in here I f*ck around and threw some racks Ain't know I'm the man until I flexed, now they like, who is that I came in and blew a bag, try me, I'ma do you bad Count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin Ayy, put your homie on, you know your man's hurtin Ayy, broski in the kitchen, you know my man's workin He been in here whippin' for so long, it got his hand hurtin One thing for sure, two things for certain, we gon' get ah bag If we fall off back to the trap, yeah, we gon' get it back Lil' broski been phening' for a while, ah turn you to a pack VIP, when we come to the club, we turnt up to the max Phone ringin', hit my line and I'ma get em straight In the kitchen baggin' up, we chop right on that dinner plate Every time my broskis did a bid, made sure my n****s ate And I keep that tool right on my waist, cause I know n****s hate When we hit the club, we throwin' ones, they gotta get a rake You ain't get no money, what you doin'? Just out here in the way Doin' shows in different states, pray my brothers beat they case Can't let n****s see my face, no evidence won't leave a trace Lil' broski get slimy it get violent when we pop out I might blow a n***a top out if I hop out with this chop out We ain't with none of that tellin', before we snitch, yeah, we a cop out Be with killers, drug dealers, and them neighborhood dropouts Count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin Ayy, put your homie on, you know your man's hurtin Ayy, broski in the kitchen, you know my man's workin He been in here whippin' for so long, he got his hand hurtin One thing for sure, two things for certain, we gon' get ah bag If we fall off back to the trap, yeah, we gon' get it back Lil' broski been phening' for a while, ah turn you to a pack VIP, when we come to the club, we turned up to the max