TRAP 2 DIS 3

[Verse 1: Ant Wiggins]
Mobbin' in the trap bitch, niggas sold the Ruger
I got white boy, and he bang hoover
Bitch niggas out here snitchin', hoes spreadin' rumors
Heard the feds on us, hide the work in the sewers
Pick it up, get it off, I just made a stack
Finna go out of state, me, cuz in Chiraq
He said he gotta [?] he know niggas with the smack
Jugg and come back, now it's time to make some racks
When you gettin' money, hoes really show you love
When you in the field, you see sweat, tears, and blood
When I see a fiend I wanna stay away from drugs
But I gotta get it, tell Tracy call the plug

[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
We was off the LSD, and we was snortin' coke
In the trap, phones twerkin' like a bunch of hoes
Fuck yo' gang, niggas lookin' like a bunch of hoes
Ten toes and they all on the fuckin' floor
If my bro wanna hit a lick then Imma go
Pop a pill, I'm lil sleep but I'm on a go
Fuck a Swisher, cop a leaf when I hit the store
Lil stupid ass bitch, I ain't let her smoke

[Verse 3: SKWAB]
I got a bitch from [?] mob who be shootin' dope
We ridin' around town, bitch we always on go
I pull up with hella buss like "What you need lil bro?"
When you need it Imma make you call, smoke some dope
I ain't changing with the times, I'm still 99
Boomin' boof pack every night, just hit my line
Imma remix the spill and that's every time
Fuck a fast foreign, bitch I just hit rewind
Every time I make a sell, you gon' get in line
I ain't [?] I say what's yours is mine
We gon' make this money, cocaína gold mine
Smokin' blunts, 'cause I can't pay no fuckin' fine
I can't go outside, bitch 'cause you'll probably die
I be servin' so much white, mane my skin might fry
Make a bitch pussy cry when I go out at night
It's Friday night, I'm outside, I'm Freddy, Jason, and I'm Michael Myers hoe