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Nigga it must be nice
Carry-out nigga got killed by his rice
Nigga ain't push up yeah don't believe in the hype
Wock in the Gatorade give me

the jeans new Valentines
Clocked outta work call her money machine
Head you spent bout 4Gs on them brand new Forgees
Shop everyday house by the lake
Out

Real trap nigga you can tell by the odor
Aye
I'm worth the world now
I want 5 for a verse tell them folks get the word out
We gone shoot up yo girl house

Nasty
She only hit me up when it's was past 3
She your majesty
Yeah yeah
Shes a trap queen
Bm
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bad bitch shawty nasty
Yeah, She

I die bury me in, my Burberry outfits
Trap house chillin' I be smokin' like a chimney
Lil' mamma with me got her wetter than a gym tee
Weed smoke in

house was my pad
Listen to the old Gucci, getting to the bag
I'm a hustle y'all, going out sad
Real shit and I ain't never been no hoe
Pitching in

plate, I'm in the T house getting straight, but that ain't nutn new, I never been a substitute, I'm runnin wid a plug or two, an n*ggas dat get money too,

Man, if I got an issue with niggas
I'll prolly pop out wit that glizzy and shoot it like nine times
I been all in the trap, man, it's grind time.

and we be cruisin in the 
Fuck cops they raidin searchin door by door
They be chasin no arrests we ain't abide the law
Gettin low up in the trap I needa

These niggas be fake like a fable

Yeah, I done got big boy racks now
Got all these hoes in my trap house
Niggas know I won't back down
Turn his whole

(Flexin') ayy, ayy, woah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, too many racks up in my jeans
Man (FOREVEROLLING)

Racks in my jeans
I just came out the trap house

coppin a dub
Pourin my lean and my juice in my cup
High priced  fashion Italian Milan

Trap in my house made a mil by my own
Got a few baddies I keep a few

I'm on a glide, YG on a 1-2-5
How many times did she wanna ride
That's one bad one right by my side
Said I'm on a glide, YG on a 1-2-5
How many times

Bitch I got a body count that's a molly mount 
Mama hate the way I trap she gon throw me out 
Nothin ever good enough she gon break me down 
There be

house, ok she understanding too, baby girl need a man or 2, she ain’t fucking round wit no flute , but she still need a band or two , nails hit cuz it’s

and got some buns in the trap house
Can't rely on a nigga at the end they goin crap out
Put yo bitch in a full Nelson and make her tap out
I know if I just

to move the pack
I bought a snake fuck a dog surrounded by rats
I got family with some needs no time to relax
I got hustle in my veins I was born to trap

like Puff Bars
I puff bars and jug hard, y'all flows is subpar
I was in the trap pullin' strings like guitars
Pullin' off the lot in your Benz, dawg,

critical
Runs inside my house through the front door
Pours my damn liquor down his throat
Hmm I haven't heard from him for hours
What's going on in your trap

Yeah, I spent thirty on this (thirty)
Hope a nigga don't try to run up real quick (bow, bow)
Yeah, Steph Curry in the clip
Canceled out the Gucci, had

A hole for 'bout a week, but I bounced back
Yeah, I used to drop a half
And bring an ounce back
Was cheese in the house
Got a nigga settin' mouse traps

Look at the bag is louis V
Chains Smokers in the trap house
Sayin fuck all my enemies
Bad bitches in the bandoo
Wanna know which one is onto me

I

Pull up and hop out a porch
100 bands just scored
Blue hunnets need more
Young boy coming straight from the floor
Trap house 3rd floor
Remember

Run inside your trap house you pointing where the safe
Nowadays im chasing chicken give a fuck about the steak
Im bouta be a seven figure nigga chillin