Trap Wid A Ese

(ah, yeah, bitch)
(yeah, solid gang, solid gang)
(yeah, yeah, turn up)
(these niggas know im bomin, babylife)
(these niggas know im bomin, trap got hot now im trappin wid a ese)
(trappin wid a ese)
Block got hot, now im trappin wid a ese
And this bitch down bad, gon fuck for a blue face
Ion gotta talk, shooters shoot like 2k
Nigga want smoke wit the gang, he too laced
Pull up wit sticks, and we hop out
Bandgang, yea my nigga we pop out
We shoot at yo camp what you wanna do next?
My niggas gon shoot, and one up the fye
I call up the plug, he bringin some pounds
I be wit some shooters who hop outta ubers wit thirty rounds
In the cut wit some blicks we gon gun you down
Pull up on yo block we gon air it out
On thе block trappin, and they dont know my whereabouts
In thе trap wit a thot, and you know she gon suck me now
Im rockin designer, that drip or drown
Pull up to yo trap but im only in & out
Ain't goin for shit, hell na you can't catch me now
Babylife thuggin, no hand me downs
In the car wit the stick, we gon gun you down
Pull that fye to yo face, its a rundown
Block got hot, now im trappin wid a ese
And this bitch down bad, gon fuck for a blue face
Ion gotta talk, shooters shoot like 2k
Nigga want smoke wit the gang, he too late
Babylife pull up wit choppas ?
Die bout the gang
Real trap nigga, this shit in my veins
Niggas they switch up, and turn to a lame
Smokin that pressure, that shit hit my brain
Im playin these bitches, this shit ain't no game
Foenem in there, bag that shit up get it gone by the day
Run that shit up, get it gone andale
Ridin wit choppas in back of the whip
Yea, know we got sticks
Yea, ebg in this bih
Do not get mad cause we takin yo bih
We havin them racks and its makin u sick
Rapper weed nigga, i smoke out the zip
Know i got 5 on my hip
So do not run up cause yo ass gon get dipped
(block got how now im trappin wid a ese)
(do not run up cuz yo ass gon get dipped)