spent a lot of night and a lot of days hoping i get that work on
selling packs
youngin got a strap
tryna make it back
home
got the crome
at your dome
lay a nigga flat
play it back
youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
in the trap
all i know is trap
all i know is trap
selling packs
youngin got a strap
tryna make it back
home
got the crome
at your dome
lay a nigga flat
play it back
youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
in the trap
all i know is trap
all i know is trap
running hundred on your head
fill your top with lead
far from fed
all my niggas starving
stomach feeling dead
feeling fresh
i don't know bout you but i can make it back
take a pack
bring it to the hood
bet i make a stack
harlem's own
smokers call my phone when they want a fix
i can spit but i'm still up in the trap
i want a brick
call my bluff
i just need some drugs
tired of being broke
fuck the fame
got a lot of aim
let 'em see the scope
bedroom full of white girl
let 'em see the coke
rip a ounce right before i bounce
gotta flee the coast
bitches know i can get it quick
all my shit legit
on the strip tryna make it flip
started out with nicks
got the dimes coming from my i seen a lot of crime
out my mind
you
you better watch your moms
all of me giving all i got
now i'm calling shots
ballet pick my parking spot
shots light up the parking lot
selling packs
youngin got a strap
tryna make it back
home
got the crome
at your dome
lay a nigga flat
play it back
youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
in the trap
all i know is trap
all i know is trap
selling packs
youngin got a strap
tryna make it back
home
got the crome
at your dome
lay a nigga flat
play it back
youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
in the trap
all i know is trap
all i know is trap
back back
dare a nigga front
hit 'em with the pump
with the shits gun'll eat a clip
take a shit and dump
what you want
i can promise nigga it ain't this duck
dip you a burger nigga i can get you flipped
get you clipped
i can get you hit
all i know is clap nigga
brick half quarter chicken
all i know is trap nigga
bottle
zip it
seal it get it
all i know is bag nigga
you a bitch
you be in the crib
you just rap nigga
trap lord
no ferg bi
name a drug and i served it
my named good and i earned it
they had the knob down and i turned it
tried school but i ain't learned shit
kept it gully
that fern shit
silence lambs
they ain't heard shit
yoga flame and i burn shit
niggas wack
told 'em give it
y'all was murdered once
rip chinx
riot squad
word to ferguson
fuck your man raps
tell 'em that
i ain't heard of son
broke & trippy
neighborhood
bitch i know you heard of 'em
selling packs
youngin got a strap
tryna make it back
home
got the crome
at your dome
lay a nigga flat
play it back
youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
in the trap
all i know is trap
all i know is trap
selling packs
youngin got a strap
tryna make it back
home
got the crome
at your dome
lay a nigga flat
play it back
youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
in the trap
all i know is trap
all i know is trap