Lyrics
All you gotta do is tell me it's jumpin' I'll bring the pack there
OT trappin' in a Walmart tracky, This my trap wear
If you got a hundred on you, go up the trap stairs
I'm in the kitchen cookin' up hard in Pyrex glassware
I'm a real trapper, one of a kind, I'm really that rare
You never seen a brick, you go to the booth and then you cap there
I'm stuffin' Robert Bordens in a safe and watch the stack there
Spin the block, no one outside, we circle back there
Stunna turn the switch on the Glock, sound like a Mac there
This 30 round clip with 10 mill, put down a black bear
These hollow tip shells give him piercings, think he at Claire's
A bullet just grazed his mustache, burned off the black hairs
Nigga ridin' with his stick in the trunk, why is it back there
Trap 30 hours away, bro caught a hat there
Every time bro catch a notch, he tat a black tear
The way the GG's stuck to my hip, is that a tat there
Chipped a lot of up and down, I'ma need a crown, I'm the trap mayor
Trap out a vacant shit, never get raided, I got black neighbours
I'm in the kitchen bakin' soda and pot, packs a pack breaker
Bucktee spoting work and ain't pay, I'm bout to slap Taylor
Opp thot gave a drop on a opp, now we blackmail her
I hit stains and sell whole thangs, that's how I stack paper
Plugs send keys are way, fuck CRA, I'm not a taxpayer
Seven-six-two's hit your spine, it's a backbreaker
Bro, pass me the ball, I'm a fast breaker
You got Chase in my line, let's make fast paper
Ol P.Diddy-ass lil' nigga, you a ass taker
Fake-ass, rich-ass nigga, you got fake paper
If I fall off right now, I'ma pull a caper
You don't wanna see nobody win, you a fuckin' hater
That weed you tryna sell, ass is hell like the fuckin' Lakers
You wanna know if the weed real za, put it in the paper
If we slide on you with two drakes, can't nobody save you
That lil' money you posted on the gram, nigga, you need to save it
Brody caught a body last week, so he had to shave it
They hit his ass with that 10 milli, brody didn't make it
You be postin' niggas money, bro, you didn't make it
GTA with this Glock on me, leave his ass wasted
When I ain't have a crib, I used to fuck hoes in the basement
I'll never stop trappin' free Eastside 80s
I'm finna fuck the shit out her let's make a baby
Bro in the kitchen, whippin' up, tryna make a baby
I'll pull up on you right now, you buy two eightys
The reason why I love a Glock it got no safety