LOAS Intro

[Intro]
Aye, Skreet, Phew
Trapper of the fucking century, man
I’ve been about that shit
I live the life of a fucking soldier, man

[Verse 1]
Raised in the trap, bitch, that’s why you can’t tell me shit
I got so many guns on me like a fucking soldier, bitch
I’ve been having a whole lotta funds on me, now they think I’m rich
I hopped in that big body Maybach, then I just pulled off with your bitch
I got the Forgis on every whip
Try to get in the trap, need a membership
I be getting so high, don’t remember that shit
I be getting so fly like a pilot, lil bitch
I’ve been getting them racks just like it ain’t shit
I’m shipping them packs out the basement
I need them rackies for the placement
Said Trap Ain’t Dead on the statement
I’m racing the feds on the pavement, So many chains tryna slave me
In a big body, lane changing, Trap Ain’t Dead chain hanging
Bitch, I get the money just for singing, And I don’t give a fuck what you saying
I put the Forgis on the Cayenne, Real Trapper, mixing just like science

[Hook]
Raised in the trap, bitch, that’s why you can’t tell me shit
I got so many guns on me like a fucking soldier, bitch
I’ve been having a whole lotta funds on me, now they think I’m rich
I hopped in that big body Maybach, then I just pulled off with your bitch