Caught In The Trap

Verse:

I started off in the finals (yah)
Struck a chord it was spinal (yah)
Shove my dick up in her tight throat (yah)
Now she ain't hitting no high notes (yah)
For the record never vinyl (yah)
Yet I soar like a dino (yah)
Even what write I as a side note (huh?)
Gets more reaction than fine bros (okay)
She want her hand held like a DS, but I'm not down for that BS
You know it goes down in the DMs, now she going down with her knees bent
Got triplets on triplets on triplets, that's triple the triplets, or would it be to the third?
Don't know what just occured
Let me get back to the verse
All your fans will have left when I write
Sour levels heavy you ain't getting any limelight
So you wanna run up on some G's like you really finna crime fight
Get the hell up out of of my sight
Cause my sights are iron
Metallic gaze on you, they can't find survivors
I'm living to the promise of variety
Thought I was a one trick pony? Well this might surprise ya
Nobody else on my caliber
I'm taking off into the sky like a rocket
I'm feeling so high and in a bit of time I'm about to blow up
Like the challenger
Y'all don't understand it
I could pull out a Glock and have y'all doing footwork as if you were dancing without a bullet even firing, I call that shit jamming
Or maybe they freeze up
If so then I'm going medieval with spiky flail on a chain
Swinging that death ball like my legal name was Frieza
You have a label with a silver spoon, meanwhile I always fought for my stacks
If you saw my stats and still thought I was wack
Then obviously you got caught in the trap