​insane

[Chorus]
Come to the trap, nigga, we got hella bags
I got some demons, hit you with the thirty mag
I really got gang, really got them troops
And these 5.56 bullets put you in the loop
And these 5.56 bullets put you in the dirt
And I slide for my niggas, I am not Lil Durk
Got my lil' niggas in the street, put in that work
If you lack in these streets, nigga, you will get murked
And I got a bad bitch on me, you know she gon' twerk

[Verse 1]
You know I'ma grind for that cheese
And I'm with your bitch and you know she take it off my [seat?]
Smo-smoking that good gas—
I just jumped out the window like Peter Pan, make 'em believe
Don't [?], my nigga, we don't givе no break
My nigga, [?] come through then I brеak her back
Get me two trap phones so a nigga get service
Know you not street, my nigga, you is a suburban
I just copped a new CC, I'm finna keep burning
Know I be knocking niggas out, I need award
I be knocking niggas out, I need an applaud
Run up on me, you get sent to the lord
Run up on me, you get sent to the ground
Run up on me, you get sent to the gate
Gotta [blow up?] my brother, he talk to the Jakes (Talk to the what? He talk to the what?)

[Break]
He talk to the— (Damn)
He talk to the Jakes
He talk—
What?

[Verse 2]
We was jugging these niggas, we was jugging they packs
If you run up on me, boy, you finna get whacked
And these niggas be fake, boy, you best watch your back
'Cause when you try to run, that's when them niggas attack
Better watch out for [karma?], will [?]
I'ma up it and spray, he start running like track

[Chorus]
Come to the trap, nigga, we got hella bags
I got some demons, hit you with the thirty mag
I really got gang, really got them troops
And these 5.56 bullets put you in the loop
And these 5.56 bullets put you in the dirt
And I slide for my niggas, I am not Lil Durk
Got my lil' niggas in the street, put in that work
If you lack in these streets, nigga, you will get murked
And I got a bad bitch on me, you know she gon' twerk