Traphouse To Loft

Y'all already know what time it is with me, man
Enormous, do it big, bigger than most, the biggest
The hugest, the largest
King Moe, I say look

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Grinding and grinding, I'm changing the climate
Look how I shine, I'm a dangerous diamond
Came from the projects, I aced the assignment
I know how to fish, got a plate full of Salmon

Like a producer, my head in the loop
Was searching for me, it was hourly timing
I'm a big ol' dog I'm telling the truth
I stay away from the cowardly lying

Yeah, uh, I made my momma and dad happy
Cause I'm about my cheese like a kraft addict
Thumbing straight through these numbers a mathematic
Watching out for the cross like I'm half-Catholic

Pulled a knife out my back, took a stab at it
Came up out the blue it was hat magic
Swear to God, I went ape, I went chimpanzee
COVID-19, it's a cold on my wrist

Cut that bitch off cause she spoke on the biz
You know it's raw when I pour it it fizz
Destined to ball and my scrotum is big
Water on me dripping over the bridge
Built me a arc just like Noah had did
Smoking no square but I'm toting a Sig
I say look, nigga

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous