Trap Inda Trees

Hey get in here teejmadeit

[Intro]
Mothafuckin, its 2:01
It's goop
Yeah
I knew that ho was comin' like that

[Verse]
I ain't with that foo shit, so I don't care about no rap
Whole time I been gettin' paid, no cap
Know we step on they ass, no Kappa, no dappin
Nigga, fuck a diss song, no rap, we rap 'em
Let my patna' serve 'em, why you run off and get tackled?
I ain't doin' shit but tryna put 'em on a channel
I ain't doin' shit but puttin' broads in a Phantom
Move the trap out of state, servin' bars in Atlanta

And no we don't care 'bout yo fuckin' bandana
I can drop a bag and get you hit by a random
We do niggas bad and ain't shit put on camera
I can whip it on the stove like it's [?]
Totin' Glizzy with a dick, tryna hit, that's a dirty stick
She was askin' for some dick, I tried to give the ho some Percocet
Shoota's on my team, I dropped em off, he ain't workin' yet
Buy that ho some Wendy's, what the fuck is a Birkin bag?

My lil' bro'll walk you down in some Cortez's
Did some shhh, then pulled up where the church at
Whippin' eagle's, turn this bitch into a bird nest
Your lil' jewelry ain't even my merch bag
Okay, back to that gangsta shit, what y'all wan' do?
They come through tryna hit, then we spin sum too
But I doubt they'll spin 'cause they know what we do
Know this Draco a wolf, we tryna get a nigga chewed

Turned the telly to a strip club, bad bitches nude
I want the rich, get out the hood hoes, the sad bitches too
I don't care about shit but my daughter and my shoes
Know we beat niggas blue, leave 'em drunk like he booze
Let me ask, have you ever did a hit at a crew?
Make them niggas take off when that Crown Vic move
Make them niggas try to skip out of town when we shoot
He gon' die if I get pissed, so be glad I been cool

I get drugs everywhere, niggas know I attract it
Finna leave Miami, hit the city, get active
Yeah, I cut my dreads off, this shit deeper than rappin'
Yeah, I come by myself, I don't need a assassin
Couple niggas playin' pussy, some shit I can't believe
Bitch askin' where I'm at, bitch, I'm recording with teej
And we stalkin' at your crib, bitch, you better not leave
'Cause you'll end up swimmin', you playin' shit like bleach

This a stolo, no screech
Park the hotbox around the corner, then creep
Opps in that store, I'm tryna see what they can eat
762's or these .223's
Stick with the string, this a ARP
No time to play, I'ma shoot what I see
No tuckin' chains, you won't take 'em off me
All of these birds, I could trap in the trees