Trap Museum (feat. Lil Keed)

Chophouze on the track

Jugg, haha

Black Migo Marc in this bi***, you dig?

Day one ni***

You know I grew up 'round hustlers, ni***

Haha, real d*** boy

They count me out, I'm right back in they face

You was rappin', I was dodgin' case

Makin' juggs, tryna fill the safe

Applying pressure like my DJ

Trap runnin' circles like a relay

I tote my own packs on that E-way

Half these rappers you hear today, I gave these ni***s lane

But I can't rap about it all, it's too much to explain

I'm in the trap museum, I made the trap hall of fame

BMFBG and YSL, you know it's all the same

Scooter rap, but Street'll take your chain

Can't trust these hoes 'cause it's a dirty game

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Keed, talk to 'em)

I'm tryna count this money (This money)

S***, that's on the daily (No cap)

We in that big boy Wraith (Skrrt)

Tell 'em we goin' to space (Let's go)

After we hit your ho (Let's go)

Now I'ma go and erase

Gucci with my Timbs (Yeah)

Yeah, I stay drip updated (Let's go)

Ni***s ain't see me, need Visine (Visine)

We sendin' shots 'bout these diamonds (Brrt)

Better not stop at no red light, dawg

Know that these bullets, they flying (Skrrt)

Ni*** know Bleveland a jungle (Woo)

Snakes I be with, they so giant (Slatt)

I stayed down and stayed humble (Humble)

Now these pants swole like horizons (Let's go)

Just like a pool, I'ma dive in (Woo)

These ni***s food so we dinin' (Woo)

Walk in and changin' the climate

She tell me she love me, she lyin' (Okay, let's go)

Yeah (Okay, let's go)

What that tell you 'bout yourself? (Kill yourself)

Double CC on these belts

We gon' eat good, don't need no chef (Woohoo)

Ni*** that play with these slimes might as well just kill hisself

Uh, uh, uh

Might as well bury hisself (Slime)

Yeah (Okay), I'm with Scooter (Okay, s***)

The Glock that we tote hold a ruler (Frr)

We snatchin' your chain, f*** your jeweler (Yeah)

They count me out, I'm right back in they face

You was rappin', I was dodgin' case

Makin' juggs, tryna fill the safe

Applying pressure like my DJ

Trap runnin' circles like a relay

I tote my own packs on that E-way

Half these rappers you hear today, I gave these ni***s lane

But I can't rap about it all, it's too much to explain

I'm in the trap museum, I made the trap hall of fame

BMFBG and YSL, you know it's all the same

Scooter rap, but Street'll take your chain

Can't trust these hoes 'cause it's a dirty game

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]

I sold more pounds than these ni***s sold albums

Never dropped an album, in the trap, I went platinum

I'm geekin', trippin' right now, man, I went diamond

Gave you ni***s the recipe, Trap Hero perfect timin'

I'm so bossed up in Zone 6, I made myself a target

Black Migo known off in these streets for prices low like Target

Get a ni*** knocked down, I pull up like White Chicks

A cocaine distributor, house full of white chicks

I'm with Keed

In every spot I got at least a hundred pounds of weed

All my cars push-start, came a long way from keys

See more keys than Alicia, goin' up to thirty-three

Goin' up on the prices, ni***s tellin' too much

Keed, talk to these ni***s, tell 'em shut the f*** up

How you snitch on your right hand? Ni***s quick to switch up

Ni*** thinkin' 'bout that bi***, but she already been f***ed, Street

They count me out, I'm right back in they face

You was rappin', I was dodgin' case

Makin' juggs, tryna fill the safe

Applying pressure like my DJ

Trap runnin' circles like a relay

I tote my own packs on that E-way

Half these rappers you hear today, I gave these ni***s lane

But I can't rap about it all, it's too much to explain

I'm in the trap museum, I made the trap hall of fame

BMFBG and YSL, you know it's all the same

Scooter rap, but Street'll take your chain

Can't trust these hoes 'cause it's a dirty game