Trap Shit

(albüm: Ice Daddy - 2021)

[Gucci Mane:]
(Zaytoven)
Trap shit
Trap shit (Huh)
Trap shit
Trap shit

Selling Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha
Gucci popping P's like Georgia just made it legal (Wow)
Higher than an eagle, leaning like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (Phew)
All-gold rocket, the socket matching my Foamposite
You's a nobody, she going, she fuck 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, these hood bitches, they love 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 fuck it, pour kerosene on him
Everybody searching 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

[Lil Baby:]
Everything I rap 'bout official, I'm from the streets, bitch (Street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (Sweet)
'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (This a Patek, bitch)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (They all on fleek, bitch)
All my bitches wearing designer, I don't want no cheap bitch (I don't want no cheap bitch)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (On the front seat, bitch)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (Wow)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (Yeah)

Fifty racks cash on me, that's just today's profit (Today's profit)
4 Pockets Full, lil' bitch, I ain't got no damn wallet (I ain't got no wallet)
Fuck around and got in the game, I got the streets popping (I got 'em poppin')
Pussy niggas telling on me, I know the feds watching (I know they watchin')
How the hell he getting this money? I keep on buying watches
Jackboys thinking I'm sweet, I keep on buying choppers
Lock me up, I'm getting out tomorrow, I think I'm El Chapo
Bricks came 1017, I got some damn extras
Flexing on these niggas 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, bitch (Street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (Sweet)
'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (This a Patek, bitch)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (They all on fleek, bitch)
All my bitches wearing designer, I don't want no cheap bitch (I don't want no cheap bitch)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (On the front seat, bitch)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (Wow)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (Yeah)