Trap Shit (feat. Lil Baby)

(Zaytoven)

Trap sh*t

Trap sh*t (Huh)

Trap sh*t

Trap sh*t

Sellin' Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha

Gucci poppin' P's like Georgia just made it legal (Wow)

Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')

Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (Phew)

All-gold rocket, the socket matchin' my Foamposite

You's a nobody, she goin', she **** with everybody (Go)

Lil' 'Crest boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?

Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody

At Club Crucial, thеse hood b***hes, they lovе Crucial (Wow)

That's my young shooter, recruit him to send some slugs through you

We search 'em 'fore they come in the trap, might have a bug on 'em (Huh?)

He's a walking dead man, don't know it, he got a dub on him (Yeah)

Beat him with a bat, then **** it, pour kerosene on him

Everybody searchin' for holmes, but we ain't seen homie

Chainsaw massacre, call 1017 on 'em

Make it look drug-related, man, pour some lean on him

Everything I rap 'bout official, I'm from the streets, b***h (Street)

Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (Sweet)

'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, b***h (This a Patek, b***h)

All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, b***h (They all on fleek, b***h)

All my b***hes wearin' designer, I don't want no cheap b***h (I don't want no cheap b***h)

Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, b***h (On the front seat, b***h)

Trap sh*t, n***as know I'm 'bout it (Wow)

Trap sh*t, n***as know I'm 'bout it (Yeah)

Fifty racks cash on me, that's just today's profit (Today's profit)

4 Pockets Full, lil' b***h, I ain't got no damn wallet (I ain't got no wallet)

**** around and got in the game, I got the streets poppin' (I got 'em poppin')

***** n***as tellin' on me, I know the feds watchin' (I know they watchin')

How the hell he gettin' this money? I keep on buyin' watches

Jackboys thinkin' I'm sweet, I keep on buyin' choppers

Lock me up, I'm gettin' out tomorrow, I think I'm El Chapo

Bricks came 1017, I got some damn extras

Flexin' on these n***as on purpose, check out this damn necklace

Dropped eighty racks on a Charger, next day, I damn wrecked it (Skrrt)

Pull up with them sticks like the army, they say we young veterans

They won't pull up in them apartments, they say we too treacherous

Everything I rap 'bout official, I'm from the streets, b***h (Street)

Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (Sweet)

'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, b***h (This a Patek, b***h)

All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, b***h (They all on fleek, b***h)

All my b***hes wearin' designer, I don't want no cheap b***h (I don't want no cheap b***h)

Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, b***h (On the front seat, b***h)

Trap sh*t, n***as know I'm 'bout it (Wow)

Trap sh*t, n***as know I'm 'bout it (Yeah)