Walked In The Trap

[Intro: Ballout]
The fuckin' Glo Boyz
Walked in the trap
Man, what the fuck?

[Chorus: Ballout]
Walked in the trap, stacks on stacks
Pounds on pounds, bitches on bitches
We don't fuck with snitches, heard these niggas squealin'
Glocks on Glocks, spots on spots, blocks on blocks
Water on my wrist, you should see these rocks
I think these diamonds TV got (Bling)
I fuck hoes like CB got (Yeah)
They talkin' 'bout me like TV, yeah
Hoes wanna see me, yeah
Diamonds gon' be blingin' out (Bling)
Phone gon' be ringin' out
On hoes I be hangin' up
On plays I be makin' 'em
If he sweet, then I'm takin' 'em
Hundreds, I be makin' 'em
Hoеs, I be breakin' em

[Verse 1: Ballout]
4's, I bе drinkin' 'em
Hoes, y'all be savin' 'em
On that road, I be rakin' up
Niggas told, I ain't said none
Them my bros since day one
The hood know we ate one
No sauce up on my steak, huh
The Gross hot, niggas wanna pay nothin'
I'm ridin' in a drop-head, this is not the rave one
Can't walk on NLA and get it 'cause they gotta make one
My momma told me "Hold it down nigga 'till yo day come
And keep it real with your people, don't fuck with the fake ones"

[Chorus: Ballout]
Walked in the trap, stacks on stacks
Pounds on pounds, bitches on bitches
We don't fuck with snitches, heard these niggas squealin'
Glocks on Glocks, spots on spots, blocks on blocks
Water on my wrist, you should see these rocks
I think these diamonds TV got (Bling)
I fuck hoes like CB got (Yeah)
They talkin' 'bout me like TV, yeah
Hoes wanna see me, yeah
Diamonds gon' be blingin' out (Bling)
Phone gon' be ringin' out
On hoes I be hangin' up
On plays I be makin' 'em
If he sweet, then I'm takin' 'em
Hundreds, I be makin' 'em
Hoes, I be breakin' em

[Verse 2: DooWop]
Captain Save-a-hoe, you wear a cape, you be savin' her? (Savin' her)
In a different bracket, I got paper, you ain't made enough
Hoes in different states paint they face, don't know their name or none
We don't leave no trace, left half a face, them lil boys dangerous
I just left Chiraq for a little excitement (A little excitement)
Niggas tellin' on they own homies, ain't no indictements (Ain't no indictements)
I just bought some Glocks (Glocks), lil foenem bought three four strikers (Three four strikers)
I just bought a chop', this bitch strikin' just like lightenin'

[Chorus: Ballout]
Walked in the trap, stacks on stacks
Pounds on pounds, bitches on bitches
We don't fuck with snitches, heard these niggas squealin'
Glocks on Glocks, spots on spots, blocks on blocks
Water on my wrist, you should see these rocks
I think these diamonds TV got (Bling)
I fuck hoes like CB got (Yeah)
They talkin' 'bout me like TV, yeah
Hoes wanna see me, yeah
Diamonds gon' be blingin' out (Bling)
Phone gon' be ringin' out
On hoes I be hangin' up
On plays I be makin' 'em
If he sweet, then I'm takin' 'em
Hundreds, I be makin' 'em
Hoes, I be breakin' em