[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how you do it, CMO)
(I'm fuckin' with this one, CMO)
(I'm fuckin' with this one too, CMO)
Yes sir
Pop my shit, nigga
Bitch ass, watch it out, that Gucci flow
[Verse 1]
I'm not friendly, I'm super stiff like Daryl Hendrick (Huh?)
My trap trendin', I got QPs for four-fifty (Trap)
My play keep trippin', want his weed fresh, but this ain't Wendy's (The fuck?)
My BM trippin', I just threw a band, ain't tryna hear it (Stupid)
I'm in that mode, I can't think about nobody feelings (Go, go)
I just bought a Honda Civic, tryna put a ton up in it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just ran up another hundred in a month, they envy (Wow)
I just might pull up and pop the trunk with your son up in it (Pussy)
Extortin' shit just like the Pilgrims (Pilgrim)
I pop my shit and pop my pistol (Bah)
If he green, it's a deal like pickles (Ha)
I can't save another nigga (No)
I can't save another bitch (No)
I'm up and I'ma stay rich (Up)
Off an Adderall, I stay lit (Lit)
I see 'em hatin', they don't never say shit (Pussy, bah, bah)
Twenty 'bows, that's a safe trip, if it was twenty more, I would've prolly paid your bitch (Dopе)
I used to broke as a joke, I ain't еven have a 'bow, ran off with a load, now I'm rich (Rich)
I threw 'em O after O, even threw 'em my flow and a nigga still ain't up the city (Ha)
How you claimin' you up and you ain't touched a fifty?
Heard they wanna be us just to fuck with the bitches (What?)
If you keep actin' tough, he gon' get touched for real
You can call my bluff, I'll give it up for real
I been in that water, no Navy SEAL (Yeah)
Pussy on my neck and I ain't got a deal
I was gettin' too hot, they say I gotta chill
I might go buy a watch 'fore I buy a crib (Damn)
[Chorus]
It was 392, he got shorted fifty-six (Got him)
It was 392, he got shitted out two zips
I'm in a 392 with thirty-six white zips (Skrrt)
In the 336 with a whole brick of shh
[Verse 2]
I can't help her bring real trappers back (Trap)
I'm never where the rappers at (No)
The block and trap my habitat
I'm somewhere the package at (On God)
Put fifty in my backpack
Still pop my shit for quick and racks (Four)
Still sendin' hits where niggas at (Well)
Can't stop until I'm lyin' flat
But fuck that shit, I'm goin' crazy (Fuck)
I'm five crowns, in high branches (Fuck)
My trap jump, too many plays (Trap)
Can't see a leech, I'm gettin' paid
Can't see a leech, I'm gettin' paid (Can't see a leech, I'm gettin' paid, no)
Can't keep a bitch, too much parlor
Can't pick one, too many flavours (Fuck)
Put your hands down, I'm done givin' favors (Put your hands down)
Seen my first twenty, then the South shaked
If you knew my story, it'll motivate you (On God)
I do what they can't, they supposed to hate me (Pussy)
I go hard in the paint and the poster, baby
Glock tucked, no holster, they can't locate it
Get the drop, put a new opp in rotation (Wham)
Put a ten on his head, that's a donation (Ten)
If you owe me, check in, baby, we at his probation (Probation)
I need my money right now, I don't do waitin' (I need my money right now)
I heard his trap got so done 'cause he too patient
I took my place, come down hittin' patients (Strapped out)
I hit your bitch from the hip, then I face her
I switch up whips every day, they can't trace me (Got 'em)
I been overlap, you still think we racin' (Pussy)
But still when he see that it's green, he still waitin' (Ha)
[Chorus]
It was 392, he got shorted fifty-six (Got him)
It was 392, he got shitted out two zips
I'm in a 392 with thirty-six white zips (Skrrt)
In the 336 with a whole brick of shh
[Outro]
Ha, the fuck wrong with these niggas, yo?
Know what the fuck goin' on, on big Trap, nigga
Big Trap, nigga, man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man
Yes sir
392 was written by Trap Swagg.
392 was produced by Prod By Harvey & Sreehari (Producer) & Prod No Heart.
Trap Swagg released 392 on Sun Mar 20 2022.