Lyrics: Travis Dickey/Markeyvius Cathey/Travis Walton/Aaron Boe/Isaac Jon De Boni/Michael John Mule/Michael McEwan
Music: Travis Dickey/Markeyvius Cathey/Travis Walton/Aaron Boe/Isaac Jon De Boni/Michael John Mule/Michael McEwan
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Trap
Down south **** gettin' money and you know that (Boom)
Project baby, takin' pictures like I'm Kodak (Trap)
In the trap house with the guys where your ho at
Treat her like a memory, nickname Throwback (Boom)
Reppin' on a hood that you know you can't go back (Boom)
**** start singin' with a mask like 4Batz (Trap)
S-side, I be where the Bloods and the Locs at (Gang)
Westside, I be where the cuhs and the folks at (Boom)
Quote that, **** really actin' like they on that
Bitch, I'm from the Ville, **** steal rims with no jack (Trap)
**** shootin' hollows like they really know Jack
Crosstracks, Lincoln Ave, **** throwin' 4s at (Gang)
Throw a touchdown or hand it off like a quarterback
200 on a fresh load, you can order that
Man with a tote bag, ****, that's a fanny pack
Bad bitch, a hundred racks, ****, you can't handle that (Trap)
Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that?
Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that
**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that (Boom)
Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that
**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that
Two-door double-R, shit, I had to cop that
The top drop back just like Cam Ward
Brodie on that bullshit like he from Illinois
Pockets full of dead guys, this shit look like the morgue
This shit on the floor, ****, I'm up (Up)
You know they come to Glock, get a bang for your buck
And I ain't finna squabble, I'll light your ass up
**** say they gettin' money, but it can't be much (Nah)
No matter what, I keep it on me
Brodie put shit to sleep, melatonin
The Real Deal Holyfield, **** phony
If I'm in the driver's seat, then I own it (Glizzock)
Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that?
Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that
**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that (Boom)
Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that
**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that (Boom)