Project X10

[Intro]
Gotcha

[Verse 1]
I made fifteen stacks off lean in six months, off a draw, what you reckon? (what you reckon?)
And them man say, "Trap's worth two in a Q", I spent fifty of them on my pendant (Racks)
Fifty racks on exclusive Jordans and I don’t wear none of them, just to mention (Nah)
Another fifty bands on a watch from doin' up lines like a school detention (Trap, Trap)
In school didn't pay much attention, told them, ’'Watch when I leave this place''
Pattern down man in the hallways, you ain't got P's, I'ma give that blazer a shake
On the roads, it's the same if i’m packin’ your clothes, I ain't runnin’ that back like Ace (Stain that)
Act up, get nanked, I don't play none of that, hit the trap, put food on weights (Yes)
Dodgеd me at eighteen when I bust casе
Pretty cool, but I can't lie, my heart did race
Thought it was dope that a man just taste
But you take what you use so they all don't play (No cap)
Kidnap, plus five extra charges
You ever seen a witness statement booklet
Took a trial and bussed that naturally
Had the whole hood thinkin’ man jujed it (Gassed)

[Chorus]
Get me a pack, run through it (Sell it)
Get a new mash, dumpin' it (Bap)
She wanna bang, lovin' it (Slop it)
But I wanna trap, I'm runnin' it
Up
Back then I was bruck, all I knew was takin' hope and luck
Now I got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (No sweat)

[Verse 2]
My bro got nineteen for a M
I just spent nineteen bills on a skeng
My nigga got a G19, .9mm, filled with men (Bap, bap)
I got points on attack and defend
I went 'round there when they slipped on the ends
Done it on a S3, done it in a Benz
At seventeen on a fifty's 'ped
Wish I was kickin' ball for real
I didn't make it, I'm still in the field
Roads step over I do it with skill
Certain mans points on nil (Zero)
Straight facts-straight facts on the rap, it's trill
Certain man rap straight cap, just chill
Fans want tunes, think a man wants deals
I need more plugs and grub, be real
I need my gloves when I put on this steel
I ain't tryna end up like broski (Free ****)
All of my fits are O, no stylist, this striper, I take home G (Yes)
She said that I'm sexy, but her masked up, she a groupie
You don't even know me (How?)
Still hittin' fast shots and I don't even try
Tell a crypto, sell it through posty (Gassed it)

[Chorus]
Get me a pack, run through it (Sell it)
Get a new mash, dumpin' it (Bap)
She wanna bang, lovin' it (Slop it)
But I wanna trap, I'm runnin' it
Up
Back then I was bruck, all I knew was takin' hope and luck
Now I got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (No sweat)
Get me a pack, run through it (Sell it)
Get a new mash, dumpin' it (Bap)
She wanna bang, lovin' it (Slop it)
But I wanna trap, I'm runnin' it
Up
Back then I was bruck, all I knew was takin' hope and luck
Now I got the traps set tough in a day, do a box so fast (No sweat)