Trap Business

I get the profit in and send it out Aint hanging with them niggas naw I took a different route Get to tripping feel like Leonard with this clipper I'll blick you down I been going through the storm taking wins I done lost count I need a cleanse I been trapped out Nigga looked death through the lens now I lost doubt That's the F N aiming at his scalp If he think he gone put me down We done came fully round Shining so damn hard they want to put me out Yeah, want see me in a drought Look at em mad can't see me now I'm somewhere in the clouds Suppressor to suppress the sound Stretch him trying to backdoor a legend got it off the ground Like veggies nigga counting up them extras trying to buy a house God first money power Don't make me say it louder I make rain storms money showers I'm a hustle harder every time I feel like I'm a problem You said that you got me I don't want to hear it be about it Know I'm gone do these shows just like Batman no more robin I'm counting up these pros get the backend flip the profit Stash rewind it The past behind me He don't get a pass we on ass it get grimy Shitting on the opposition perfect timing Flooding bows through the city I might have to fly em in I'm locked in pulling strings like a violin Number one on yo top ten nigga not ten We got drum sticks on the guns this aint rock band She gone give me top yeah While I shoot up the block yeah Running up the clock I been in OT how I'm dropping He got this and this and this in stock yeah When he gone drop dead He go hit for hit like he can't stop damn he can't see no red I'm a need more rubber bands I'm a need the gang she brought her friends In And I'm strapped just in case like the mailman Running up them racks you can't get in This some real trap nigga business Rags to riches left the tag on the stitching yeah You mad I get it Get comfortable cause I'm a keep on winning I'm a need more rubber bands I'm a need the gang she brought her friends In And I'm strapped just in case like the mailman Running up them racks you can't get in This some real trap nigga business Rags to riches left the tag on the stitching yeah You mad I get it Get comfortable cause I'm a keep on winning I'm a need more rubber bands I need some more baggies for these grams two hundred dollar seals and I came through wit all the xans I stop popping pills but I'm still going in for my fans I aint sign no deal but I'm still looking forward to them Ms Rieo grew up poor I heard you got it out the hand I Sat my way out the jam Been balling like I'm playing cans How could I forget my fam they help me become a man I can not forget my fan I know they want take they chance Writing letters to my brother in the can just stay down and plan Brick tight wrapped smothered in saran just told me it landed I'll turn it to a million dollars fuck if it's abandoned Aint shit sweet like candy Naw I aint Lil Durk but it's only the family Naw you aint put in work how you think you gone jam with me Now you can put me in yo search bar and see my legacy Long nights I had to work hard for a better me I'm still scared up from them charges and felonies But now I'm chasing cheese so I'm a need more rubber bands I'm a need the gang she brought her friends In And I'm strapped just in case like the mailman Running up them racks you can't get in This some real trap nigga business Rags to riches left the tag on the stitching yeah You mad I get it Get comfortable cause I'm a keep on winning I'm a need more rubber bands I'm a need the gang she brought her friends In And I'm strapped just in case like the mailman Running up them racks you can't get in This some real trap nigga business Rags to riches left the tag on the stitching yeah You mad I get it Get comfortable cause I'm a keep on winning