Letras
Big T.C. Smokin' big gas I'm smokin' Trap City blunts
And we don't do none else' but these big Trap City thug skis
Yall know we havin' pape uh Still havin' motion in the Yity
Never not motion, uh I got the trench in the choke hold,
I get bags from Colorado, slide them through a dope, hole
Use her addy, UPS, them bowls, I got a dope,
Flex my wrist like Shedeur Sanders, next watch ima get my AP to glow
Flexin' guns on the net, flaze just gon' sell it when his money low
Nike Ski, a part of my fit, I'm Master Ray Mysterio
Plug from Alabama, he ship glocks, scratched off serial
It's one up top, but it's 40 shells in this Vec, that's what it carry, though
I tried hard to tell them broke niggas trappin' and dead, but they don't hear me, though
I tried hard to tell them broke niggas trappin' and dead, but they don't hear me, though
I tried hard to tell them broke niggas trappin' and dead, but they don't hear me, though
Chick-Chick-Chicken in the truck, and I'm way from Brooklyn, that's the scenario
Me and Glizz, we ridin' back upstate, think that shit get scary, though
I-I was gettin' bricks for 30 a gram I couldn't tell y'all tho
I was gettin' 30 Ps in the mail, you couldn't smell them, tho
I was in the chain gang, they ask me questions, I tell them no
They gotta free my Yuddy, snow, no questions bout trap, he gon' blow
They see the way my chain glow, these bitches go, go, go, these bitches go
I-I ain't gotta sign a deal Iceman, Johnny, dang water, I be in the trench for real
Youngin crush yu off a
I ain't gotta take a pill youngin do it for the love
Whackin' shit like baby drill I pull up, serve, you to your door, you cashin' me out
Go for the backdoor, know I'm pimpin' this Nina, I'm slappin' her out
I-I got the trench and the choke, ho I get bags from Colorado, slide him through a dope, hole
Use addy UPS, them bowls, I got it dope, ho
Flex my wrist like Shedeur Sanders, next watch ima get my AP to glow
Flexin' guns, on the net flaze, just gon' sell it when it's money low
Nike Ski, part of my fit, I'm Master Ray Mysterio
Plug from Alabama, he ship Glocks, scratch those serial
It's one up top, but it's 40 shells in this vec, that's what it carry, though
I try to tell them, broke, n****s trappin' ain't dead, but they don't hear me, though
Bitch