Letras
You know what's goin on man
They said that trap rap was dead I brought it back alive
6 figures out them flats Cumon I really did it
I only rap about this trap shit cos I really live it
Then n**** trapping in the booth Cumon I'm really in it
My nigga on his 9th kettle getting silly with it
Ain't no meedi kettles we ain't amateurs
1000 grams we ain't fucking selling canisters
I'm from the 6 we're a lil different with the calibres
The type to set up shop anywhere like travellers
I showed dem Man U gotta better it not match the price
Until I'm Md off I'll never be satisfied
I put a brick in the car I didn't vandalise
If you ain't tryna make no money go and stand side
Tell *** give it a rest that n**** getting old
They let a trapper through the door that's why it's getting cold
My lil n***** wanna trap I had to let him know
Don't over complicate you break it down or sell it whole
Richest members
Kettles and pendants
I'm still a trap boy
That's kitchens and blenders
Shout my n*****
That boy always got them hammers in
Said it fits 2 different laces like them travis'
I don't smoke cannabis I need my mind clear
One lil slip could have me looking 9 years
Everybody getting money going broke that's my fear
So let's see who still got it when the sky clears
They told me put that packs away if I wanna make it in this world
But the day I stop trappin when it rains in hell
Dropped some n**** out they woulda snaked me I could tell
Now he saying hello from the other side like he's Adele
I ain't a quitter I keep pushing till I fail
How can I give up when I'm still looking clientele
Light the incense in the block said he's keeping in the smell
If it was lidge he woulda made the Forbes from all the weed he sells
I see n***** start using it's an evil lil world
Rapping but I'm hands on I'm still meeting them myself
I was on the run for months they had me sleeping at my girls
Now if they ever come knocking I ain't leaving any trails
Yo
They told me trap rap was dead I brought it back alive
Sixth Sense
You know what's going on man