The Trap

Yeah, aye, look, same clothes, one-way trapping, you can ask around, never had no bud run, I was selling rock to half the town, grew up in a trap, were shoulders, make stacks, why you think I'm in this trap with this flicky on my lap? Second hand smoke, I'm from a place where they bang it up, you ain't seen your junkies have a shot, then start foaming up, really seen the door, times are slept up on the floor, now I'making corn, send a runner if he needs some more, oi I've been dropping up, be making deals in and out, the straight alley, we get up by the poundage, shush by the key, we don't do no stitching, it'so common when they offer pleas, everyone's a fuck until they're locked up, sitting in their brains I ain't got no time to chew on my grind, I need this cash, bitches ring my phone, I'll tell them, uch, how you get blocked for that, we're the ones who get it, in the other side, they're full of rats, think we're coppin' all these things for nothing, then you must be mad, she getting gas, cause she finally got her tax back, I'm just tryna suck her crib and chop a couple tens back, I ain't doin' labels fuck with that, now bitch forget that, father to these rappers, they be callin' me their stepdad I'm the one who made a quarterfriar for six, it's MFB on 2 to Yen, they know I'm runnin' this shit, verified up in these streets, I don't need me a tick, even crackers up for pics when I step out the crib, ay, never rock designer brands, I get paid to rock these threads, if they still ain't makin' sense, then they ain'tryna sign it, then someone told the label it's 150 for the alb . . R-script search, we're never rippin' cars apart for firearms, whipin' with no license, they ain't stoppin' if they spin it back, BSG paddle shift, whipin' racing through the map, we don't do no cabra, we're the ones who really keep it real, if you ain't made for the game, then grab your boots and leave the field, everyone's a trapper now, and they're raw rap and sets, give them verbals, fine until you end up coppin' one of them, we hate feds, broke bees, and the ops, fans, sitters, get the same, don't be chillin' with no grunks, we hate feds, broke bees, and the ops, fans, sitters, get the same, don't be chillin' with no grunks, don't pose one way, trap and you can ask around, never had me bug run up with sellin' rock to hide, I'm the one who made a quarterfriar for half the town, cr