Trap Confessions

Shit Said I wasn't coming back to this shit man but got damn We gotta run it up nigga Fuck it Goat smoke Goat smoke Bitch ass nigga It's Greezy Trap confessions Boy I'm back to selling I got grams to measure I ain't got no birds man, but baby I put hands together Niggas preying on me But mama praying for me So that's a blessing Ask ya reverend if he need packs I'm selling Even if it's mid, tell the kids I can add a lesson Trappin since a adolescence Gifted how my past the present Clientele low So I gotta bitch bad no flexing She gone post the pack on her snap, now we stack together Trap Off the snap we made stacks no pressure Lean with it Rock with it We don't really snap together That's whatever, damn the weather Never homophobic I know trans A-sexuals That a plan schedule just have this pressure (No homo) when I say pressure I mean gas whatever Re-Up like a automatic I just gave Macc 11 I just caught a sale for the 12 But took a L with that 10 a G I let a nigga slide cuz all he had was 7 Maybe god a bless me for it Sometimes less is more Check the score, we press them boys Like Pinky in the record store Can't a nigga press me boy, Bet I'm sure Unless you the engineer but even then Becareful how you press record Spending less investing more To intune with me to be impressed with yours Obsessed with war What you think this weapon for Bah! Bah! This a send a nigga up 7 floors Knock knock Who's there? You by the heaven doors Solo with the pack, but bro bono with the trap (bro bono) I jump head first like ocho with the sack (ocho) Nigga say they trappin but I don't know if it's facts (I don't know) And I can give a fuck cuz I'm to focused on my racks It's Either niggas hate me or love me Or they hate that they love me Shit ain't stopping me from making no money I remember white hoes, use to say I was ugly Now I'm like Hugh Hefner how I play with the bunnies (turn up) Wrong nigga to play with Got a stick, with 8 clips I'm with a bitch you can't get I'm in a whip you can't rent On some shit you can't sniff Aye bitch, I made it make dollars Cuz when it made sense, it never made cents Trap confessions, boy I'm back selling I got to grams to measure, I got grams to measure I got grams to measure, hey Trap confessions, boy I'm back selling I got to grams to measure, I got grams to measure huh I got grams to measure, hey I said no to the trap then I came back You playing Apex, I got 8 packs, 230 a zip yea I straight tax Before Jody Greezy, I was J Staxx The trap Jahem, I found my way back Nah the trap corn rows, I went straight back If I put something on yo head is that a wave cap Call me Friday cuz I do day to day, tax Trap confession