Lyrics
I'm a trap nigga and I don't really fuck around with that rap shit
That money too slow, so I'm known to flip a pack bitch
Getting in for the low, me and bro chasing racks and shit
Wrecked the Benz, that was motivation for that Cat quick
Claim they working trucks, man these niggas need to stop it
Bro said let me show you bout them bows, now I really pop it
I got options, stuff it in my safe, or pull up made deposits
I know a nigga he fool, he take your shit off with that choppa
This pistol on me, I bang to the left, I came in by myself
Wake up tryna sell you something, 15 for the top shelf
I'm a trap nigga, so you know my cars go fast as hell
Police gotta catch me, what the fuck I look like talking 12
They thinking that I fell off, running through them bags for real without a scale dawg
One of none, hard to kill, I been tryna tell y'all
Long live my granny, she was there, I had no one to call
I make a nigga bleed, the only man that I fear is God
We can't compare if you ain't lost it all and got it back
This shit here just like Baccarat, I'm taking chances with that strap
Truth be told, this shit here really a maze, that's why they call it a trap
I'm hoping this shit save the day ain't gotta do nothing but rap
Long live the guys man, free my motherfucking niggas man
Yeah, yeah, this that real trap shit
Yeah, yeah, this that real trap shit