Make the World Trap

[Intro]
(Da Realest)
(Buru Beats)

[Chorus]
So many horses on the whip that I damn near brought my saddle in
Bust a brick, I'm finna make the world trap again
Too much money on me, sleep with eighty in my mattress
I tell niggas if they really for the squad, then go get active
I be like, "Boy, if you ain't really tryna cop, then why you askin'?"
I got bitches that go crazy over pussy, Carole Baskin
I ain't had to play no college dorm for me to get my masters
I be clearin' space for me to make that money, I'm like NASA

[Verse]
It's just me, Switchy, and Chino
We like M1s, they say that we hit like the casino
He want eleven grams, I'ma charge him six hundred like Memo
I be hittin' dog, you gotta know I'm sick with it like Ne-Yo
Don't like to rap a lot, but knowin' I'm the coldest of 'em all
I can stretch it for a year, been doin' yoga with the dog
When he seen those switches, we know what's-his-name ain't get the jaw
I got my bitches out here trippin' with that bag like Mrs. Claus
I drove presidential, tinted windows to my destination
We ain't friendly niggas, not complainin', we investigators
I'm the type of nigga spend a chicken, you can text me later
Bro ain't gotta speak about them charges that ain't stick in Vegas
My nigga even playin' like he on that, put my guys on him
Only time you focus on that bag is when your eyes on me
Only way she make it to my crib is if she blindfolded
It don't be your bros, it be the opps that drop a dime on you
And that shit be depressing
I say the way I spend this money, I won't see recession
You know your niggas in that field when you see 'em bless one
Brodie told me never show my hand, I gotta keep 'em guessin'
When we see niggas, they duckin'
They ain't hittin' shit, but they confessin' shit like Usher
I don't play the whip, but all my stash spots be custom
We stand on the biz, we ain't gon' crash out for nothin'
Too much money make your boss excited
I can't get too caught up on subtractions, I'm a multiplier
Soon as they spot whip, I take a Track' and wrap it carbon fiber
How I get this up and I ain't even get the crawl alignment?
I got my feet wet, y'all wasn't even thinkin' 'bout the road
She got my sheets wet, boy, I had your bitch touchin' her toes
My little cousin play with ounces 'til he get up off parole
If the industry was bouncers, they couldn't leave me at the door

[Chorus]
So many horses on the whip that I damn near brought my saddle in
Bust a brick, I'm finna make the world trap again
Too much money on me, sleep with eighty in my mattress
I tell niggas if they really for the squad, then go get active
I be like, "Boy, if you ain't really tryna cop, then why you askin'?"
I got bitches that go crazy over pussy, Carole Baskin
I ain't had to play no college dorm for me to get my masters
I be clearin' space for me to make that money, I'm like NASA