My Trap

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Dave East

David Brewster Jr. (born June 3, 1988), better known by his stage name Dave East, is an American rapper from Harlem, New York. He gained attention in 2014 from his mixtape Black Rose. Since the release of his mixtape, East has been signed to rapper Nas' label Mass Appeal Records and has made a number of guest appearances. In 2016, East was chosen as part of the XXL magazine's 2016 Freshman Class. In September 2016, he signed to Def Jam Recordings. more »

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Uh (Renegade, Renegade, Renegade)
You ain't spending no money, the f*ck you over here for, nigga?
Uh

Uh, get the f*ck out my trap (get out)
I only want cash, ain't takin' no credit
Oh, you ain't get' paid, give a f*ck about that
Get the f*ck out my trap (f*ck out my trap)
Uh (uh), get the f*ck out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle 'round the block (skrrt), young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get the f*ck out my spot (f*ck out my spot)

Uh, get the f*ck out my place
She ask for the world and I gave that bitch space
You never seen a star, get the f*ck out this Wraith
What the f*ck I just made (get out)
Thinkin' 'bout it, I spent like 50K on Cartier (woo)
Tomorrow it might be Audemar Piguet (might)
These bitches they treat me like I'm Marvin Gaye
Uh, take off that Cuban (Cuban)
Throw them diamonds in the sky like the rock (throw 'em up)
My bitches was boostin' 
Go to Canal and comeback Uptown with a lot (ayy, baby)
Like Slick Rick the Ruler 
Hundred chains when I'm walkin' around in my spot (hundred chains)
He been missin' a month, somewhere in a trunk
His body gon' probably rot (ew)

Uh, get the f*ck out my trap (get out)
I only want cash, ain't takin' no credit
Oh, you ain't get paid, give a f*ck about that
Get the f*ck out my trap (f*ck out my trap)
Uh, get the f*ck out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle 'round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get the f*ck out my spot (f*ck out my spot)

Remember we was walking with jocks
Had to run up, boy, I dare you
I told him park up the block (park up the block)
My lil' partner, he got bodies, he don't be talking a lot (he don't say much)
If we find out that that's your trap house, then he gon' chop up the spot
G Herbo stay with that Glock like a prop
Ice on my neck when I'm poppin' the drop
Roof missin', so I might hop out the top (out the top)
I ain't got no more room in my garage
Quarantine borin', I bought three more cars
Fast, these foreigns, I'm whippin' them all
Can't even tour, I don't feel it at all
Runnin' this shit up, all time high (all time high)
Amiri that's all I buy (all I buy)
G-fazos all I buy (all I buy)
Disrespect my gang, might die (pussy, baow)
He can take that slang, might try (try, baow)
Don't run out (don't run out, baow)
I'm a product of the streets, why would I lie? (Why would I lie? No Limit)
I'm still fresh up off my block, why would I lie? (Why would I lie? Essex)
Still smell gunpowder from them shots, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
I got his cake, he spent the block, he wanted two for five (he wanted two for five)
I hit up EZ with some locs, they playing do or die (brrt)
I'm with some Os, and with some folks, you tweaking suicide (suicide)
A nigga back against the ropes, I had to move the crowd (knock 'em down)

You jumped out the window, Ron Browz
The Porsche it was turbo, I caught up G Herbo
Just got the rack with a pound (pound)
Niggas know I'ma score
I get in the paint, and they treat me like Shaq I get fouled (damn)
I pull up all black with no mild (nah)
You ain't seen no racks in a while (nah)
You ain't been in the trap in awhile (nah)
Got it on me, no pattin' me down (nuh-uh)

Uh, get the f*ck out my trap (get out)
I only want cash, ain't takin' no credit
Oh, you ain't get' paid, give a f*ck about that
Get the f*ck out my trap (get the f*ck out nigga)
Uh (uh), get the f*ck out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle 'round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get the f*ck out my spot (get out, get out)

Get the f*ck out my place
She ask for the world and I gave that bitch space
You never seen a star, get the f*ck out this Wraith
What the f*ck I just made (skrrt)
Thinkin' 'bout it, I spent like 50K on Cartier
Tomorrow it might be Audemar Piguet (might)
These bitches they treat me like I'm Marvin Gaye
Uh, get the f*ck out my trap

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