Letras
My trap really going up, yo shit on ms.daisy, nigga
Whip me up some similac, flex it in my baby picture
Thumb through, throw it in the nap sack
This that trap or die shit, bring the trap back
I got these streets, hollering teach them how to trap stack
This that trap or die, watch me bring the trap back
Yeah, thumb through, throw it in the nap sack
This that trap or die shit, bring the trap back
I got these streets, hollering teach them how to trap stack
This that trap or die, watch me bring the trap back
Yeah, gave that bag to shorty, told her put that up
Plug, gave that bag to shorty, told him run that up
If you see him with me, then he strap, clutching 30 plus
If you see him with me, then he straight, ran up 30 plus
Growing up, always said I want to be like meechie and them
Growed up, now I'm trying to get my shit like Mitch and them
Ran it up, now I'm switching lanes with my people and them
Fuck these rappers, diamond test his chain before I feature him
Christmas list, fuck that iPhone 10, I want a Motorola Cali plug
Really tapping in, he trying to coast to coast
Mob talk, all the way out is blood
When you the casanova, it's a hundred thousand
If you don't own that how, I'm supposed to know you're
Reup with your savings, nigga
Put that on my baby, nigga
My trap really going up
Your shit on ms.daisy, nigga
Trapping out my life, I probably learned this in the 80s, nigga
Whip me up some Similac and flexed it in my baby picture
Thump through, throw it in the nap sack
This that trap or die shit, bring the trap back
I got the streets, Hollering teach them how to trap stack
This that trap or die, watch me bring the trap back
Yeah, thump through, throw it in the nap sack
This that trap or die shit, bring the trap back
I got the streets, hollering teach them how to trap stack
This that trap or die, watch me bring the trap back
First nigga in the city with that two for twenty-five
Wanted 3 bands for the bow
Since it's you, twenty-five
Stay consistent for a week or two
Let's see what we can do
You a real nigga, I'm a blesser, give me twenty-two
Switch my phone numbers every week, cause I'm neat
I don't do no clientele, they shop with me, cause I'm cheap
I ain't never heard of inner city ticket, I can't beat
Write these bows off on my taxes, where the fuck is my receipts
I don't sleep, I don't misplays
QP on the display
Lady at the cleaners gave back five racks that I misplaced
You can't save your money, you too busy in a bitch face
This ain't nun but hundreds, watch me rubberband a big face
Thumb through, throw it in the napsack
Did that Trap or Die shit, bring the trap back
I got the streets, hollering teach them how to trap stack
Did that Trap or Die, watch me bring the trap back
Thumb through, throw it in the napsack
Did that Trap or Die shit, bring the trap back
I got the streets, hollering teach them how to trap stack
Did that Trap or Die, watch me bring the trap back
Oh aye