It’s A Trap

It's a trap
Little homie got that gas
And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match
Said it's a trap
Big-big homie got gold wrists
And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks

It's a trap
Little homie got that gas
And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match
Said it's a trap
Big-big homie got gold wrists
And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks
Said it's a trap

What the fuck you know about me
Most of yall don't know about me
I was in the hole
I was into dope
I was gettin colds smokin sour d
I ain't sayin that i be about it
I'm just sayin that i been around it
I ain't slingin shit I'm just hanging with trappers that gotta hustle tryna get up out it
Like yuh!

Please do not think you offending me
Get the fuck out with that negative energy
I do not care about who you pretend to be
I got affinity for all the kin of me
You ain't a friend of me you just an enemy
Talk all that shit man you gotta kidding me
You just a kid to me threatening me and my team
Only ahead when you catchin the guillotine
Like YUUH!

I was in the cut with my real ones
We get gold, you got second like a filling
I was told, keep my head up since a lil one
I want old money, headed for the millions
Tocci whippin in the kitchen like he drivin his oven
This bitch a wreck when we get into it I'm smashin her front end
I'm iced out like a inuit no time for discussions
And it's amazing how these dudes can turn a lot into nothing like they magicians

I was gonna say go get it...
I was tryna keep it fresh until that bankroll did it
I ain't ever indebted see i don't pay on credit
And know yo shit ain't ever on boy and that's how i set it.. off

It's a trap
Little homie got that gas
And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match
Said it's a trap
Big-big homie got gold wrists
And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks
Said it's a trap

It's a trap
Little homie got that gas
And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match
Said it's a trap
Big-big homie got gold wrists
And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks
Said it's a trap
[ZiON]
There's a ghost in the whip
I told her just relax don't get close it's a trick wait
My bro cashin out, check them hoes blind ya wrist
Fuck them woes u ain't six know them pros hitting licks
I got foes fuck the second part
Aiming at her forehead to the exit mark
Best in part, my bitch hitting stains, oh god yes we hard
Please don't speak my name, she might fuck around and wet ur heart don't guess be scarce
This was barely work I swear the rest is art
Aye
Screamin it's a trap when they make a case
Got some niggas in a trap trynna break away
Fuck ya day to day I got Mary layed on the database bumping 808s hitting js like a fadeaway
I'm high as a mountain but florrin
Can't no one do this shit for us lit flames in the forest then ran it like Forrest recorded
But i been trappin before this
That's back to back and my hoes got controllas
Don't send it back less it wit what u owe us
I'm on the map and it's made by some soldiers like bro it's a fact u can check in the folder
Don't act like u know us they say that u down u can show us been chopped off the block from my shoulders that mean I ain't grow up I'm still here on wax
Bitch it's a trap
Cut ur phone off at the mat
I got what u need in the faucet
I can bring it but don't fiend lay up off it
But I'll ride for it aye, say the word and I'm back
Yea u heard bout the trap, yea u heard aye

It's a trap
Little homie got that gas
And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match
Said it's a trap
Big-big homie got gold wrists
And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks

It's a trap
Little homie got that gas
And we gon light this bitch up if he strike that match
Said it's a trap
Big-big homie got gold wrists
And he be tryna build a house so he move those bricks
Said it's a trap
[THIAGO]
Dig a hole throw leaves on it
Stick stones gon creak on em
Sniff snow OD on it
Must be co-cold if you don't know Thiago
Hear em where the old folks be homie
Pop pop wake up don't sleep on me
Let em cop a homegrown G
For the low low fee of your soul
D Money
We simply be with the sinners
Be trip on your shit and the industry's finnicky
Unfortunate that you change on a lemon-y
They say that you real but your bitches is sims to me
See up your sleeve you ain't slick you ain't trickin me
Mom hit the magic like witch got them wizardry
I see you rappers aren't feastin like Genevieve
Veet up the beat then we sit back and let it breathe
Let it breathe
Give it just a second for a second win
Bring it back to life cut it dead again
Know I mean it right when I said I can
Finna get it tight when the head is in
Head is gettin life from the medicine
Do not try to give advice cause I'm never thinkin twice
When I get you on my sights I'm endin it
Hey man we hold it like that
And we thiagoin' on that
We won't be calling yall back
I'm feelin gawdy like that
Suicide that kamikaz rap
You and I we are besides yeah
She [?] crap
She said for all of your rats