Trap All Day 2

[Chorus]
Yeah, trap all day cause I wanna get my cake on
Beef situations I don't debate on
Take your face off with my stiff screwface on
True
Not just grime when I take out crews
Come in on a war with me, you'll lose
357 shoot man out shoes
You could be the skinny or the henchest dude
Yeah, trap all day cause I wanna get my cake on
Beef situations I don't debate on
Take your face off with my stiff screwface on
True
Not just grime when I take out crews
Come in on a war with me, you'll lose
357 shoot man out shoes
You could be the skinny or the henchest dude

[Verse]
Yeah, duct tape but I ain't taping no duck
I'm making sure he keeps his mouth shut
You nuh wan' see A-C-E in the cut
With your chick cause I'll slump you into her butt
You can ask pagans, Merky's about
Man ah stand firm in the heart of South
Beat your head till the airbag comes out
Please don't doubt
Man are on home invasion
Location, location
Could've been a [?] or Caucasian
I ain't gonna stop my something from raising
Never would I ever let slide violation
Never would I let violation slide
If it's peak then it's peak cuh I do it on sight
Or I might let it die down, think it's alright
Till one late night
I come through on a hype
187 but not on mic
Dip round bends on a stolen bike
Clip's got lead for the boldest guy
Claim you're hench but I know it's lies
Your heart's tinned out, your soul will get skied
When I eject lead and open insides, FT
We're so certified, man ain't got proof but will if you try
Ain't got my proof but will if you dare, don't know fear
Man have got iron, willing to share
Fam, I ain't lying, Ls are there
Push your head in the air if you don't wanna hear
Let me make it clear: for the money, I care
But know say I'm ready for the war
And if you've got contraband, man will tear
Still bunning and I'll still bun him
The big pagan's still been running
He can be a big man, I'll still son him
Age ain't nuttin' but the day you come in
I'll roll past, catch, whistle and hum him
Flip the script, spin the stick and then drum him
So FT but I'm still block-hugging
Jäger straight from the bottle, I'm chugging
Money is power so I've got that plugin
Hungry so you know I've got that grub in
I've been out here
And I ain't baid from morn, so you know I'm thugging
Piss dem ah stink while my pockets are fat
Up late night writing bars in the trap
Man ah take weed, bun and pass that back
"ACE, all your bars about shotting and dirt"
Why? Cause I do just that
The Moroccan [?] my first cat
Since then, Merky ain't ever looked back
I grind to maintain, break off and stack
I possess the realness dem man lack
Got a terror squad, make you lean back
On point with my hardware, fam, I don't slack
But I'm talking straps, not tees and hats
But I've got a new shape ArdWear, that's black
If it ain't ArdWear then it is wack
Habits? I don't wanna hear about that
Swag? I don't wanna hear about that
But I've still got a new shape [?] hat
And a green tee matching the FT tat
I said P but they all got Lapras
Trigger them, all get clap
Shitting in a nitty's house, standing up
I ain't tryna make that seat touch my butt
But it's peak out here, bricks gotta get cut
If it ain't paper then it ain't valid
We're the best but Faze ain't Khaled
Eff Tizzy come like a Lewisham ballad
Aim for your kuffer and split that rapid
When I'm filled with rage, I turn to a savage
Ergh, yeah
I was on the roadside, donny
Hostel life in the trap with Kozzie
Would've got a flick knife left in your body
Would've said good, would've never said sorry
Smoke amni, no, I don't take molly
I'm ACE, same screwed up face
On my paper chase, filled with nuttin' but rage
I'll still come down to your block
Slapping off something
No cap gun
Bolt in the bag and you know it's a fat one
Care in a world? MA don't have one
Got a few girls but I'll only trap one
I'll burst in her like "you can hold that son"
Or daughter
Once was a prince and also a pauper
Now I'm the king and I'm making an order
Skid around the corner just like Forza
.38 loud but the nine dem shorter
Poor pussyhole through torture
Gotta serve Junior and [?]
Give 'em three one-threes, more than one quarter
I see through you see-through dons like window
I bet you thought I was gonna say water
I caught ya
Hardest barrer just like kweffers
I bet you thought I was gonna say slaughter
Never could I rate a snitch or informer
Off with his head, off with her head
Do it for the love and the love of the bread
Man ah trap all day for the love of the Z
If I tell a young G what TK said
That's bare bloodshed, everybody dead

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Trap All Day 2
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