Trap Door

I'm at the trap door going back and forth now I'm at the trap door I been at the trap door going back and forth My dog was just down bad he trying to make a four Them fans gonna cheer everytime my niggas score Yeah he just made a fifty but he tryna make some more They don't see us in the hood so they thinking we on tour If we see him on the block we gon send em to the morgue And y'all niggas fuck with cops we ain't talking to the law Trap spot a hotspot we'll be trapping till the morning They want me put some auto tune on my voice The semi auto put a mute on ya voice The trap spot we going up we making noise Man fuck the neighbors call the cops they got no choice And I'm a Brooklyn boy GD like from Illinois And they always gon respect us Cause they know we play with toys I'm a trapper not a rapper On the block not music choice I been fighting all these demons you could hear it in my voice Man still gotta stay prayed up ignore the noise Just like some undertakers we coming for em My dog trapping in a Honda to get a foreign It don't matter where we at we gon keep some hammers on us I been at the trap door going back and forth My dog was just down bad he trying to make a four Them fans gonna cheer everytime my niggas score Yeah he just made a fifty but he tryna make some more They don't see us in the hood so they thinking we on tour If we see him on the block we gon send em to the morgue And y'all niggas fuck with cops we ain't talking to the law Trap spot a hotspot we'll be trapping till the morning It break my heart everytime one my shooters die One thing I know real niggas gonna multiply I stack it tall man I had this shit double time I got two bitches man I feel so superfly Why you gambling with your life Man you just a stupid guy And I got a bad bitch yeah her thighs be supersize So I need a big whip Bentley truck that supersize Think they gonna hit shit man that shit be suicide Lawyer pull up suit and tie he just finna free my guys We just had a funeral RIP to all my guys It ain't no subliminal saying fuck the other side Yeah I'm still a criminal but we still be outside I'm with the trappers, robbers, swipers and I know they gonna slide I hit em Michael Jackson make a thriller he a album now I know she wanna fuck me cause she see me getting money now And the trap always open man we ain't never shutting down I been at the trap door going back and forth My dog was just down bad he trying to make a four Them fans gonna cheer everytime my niggas score Yeah he just made a fifty but he tryna make some more They don't see us in the hood so they thinking we on tour If we see him on the block we gon send em to the morgue And y'all niggas fuck with cops we ain't talking to the law Trap spot a hotspot we'll be trapping till the morning