Lyrics TBA by MksoLive

(Up them poles on 'em, Birdie)

I get it in, in the trap house (Trap)
I could turn a Cuban into a half ounce (Half ounce)
So much money I can laugh now (Ha)
All these chains on my neck
Bet your n***a want me slapped out
Whip it, lock it, shock it, drop it
So much money I need more profit
Flippin', stackin' will not stop it (Nah)
I stay trappin', 'til i'm poppin' (Yup)
I get it in, in the trap house (Trap)
I could turn a Cuban into a half ounce (Half ounce)
So much money I can laugh now (Ha)
All these chains on my neck
Bet your n***a want me slapped out
Whip it, lock it, shock it, drop it
So much money I need more profit
Flippin', stackin' will not stop it (Nah)
I stay trappin', 'til i'm poppin' (Yup)

I stay trappin' 'til i'm poppin' now
Gotta thirty in my jeans and it's poppin' out
I've been trappin' all week, I can't stop it now
When you sleepin' in cars, you see the profit now
Gotta tell you man, my trap house late
Same shoes, same clothes, I can trap all day
All these colors in my pocket, you'll think I'm gay
But it's just all my bands that my trap house made
I just made a flip that's a tramp
I got gotta brick that's a stamp
B*t*h it came wit' a MAC
I just put that b*t*h on her back
She just put some racks in my bag
And she got off the track
I ain't really lackin' that's a fact
All you n***as do is just chat
We gon' see about dat
Headshot, who gonna laugh?
Not you 'cause you're six in a cask'
I just came in all black
That's a slap shot
My d**k in your b*t*h that's a backshot
Shh, No bad talk
My nina and my fifth and my black Glock
I get it in, in the trap house (Trap)
I could turn a Cuban into a half ounce (Half ounce)
So much money I can laugh now (Ha)
All these chains on my neck
Bet your n***a want me slapped out
Whip it, lock it, shock it, drop it
So much money I need more profit
Flippin', stackin' will not stop it (Nah)
I stay trappin', 'til i'm poppin' (Yup)
I get it in, in the trap house (Trap)
I could turn a Cuban into a half ounce (Half ounce, Halfer)
So much money I can laugh now (Ha)
All these chains on my neck
Bet your n***a want me slapped out (Dead)
Whip it, lock it, shock it, drop it (Smoke 'em)
So much money I need more profit (More)
Flippin', stackin' will not stop it (Nah)
I stay trappin', 'til i'm poppin' (Yup)

I was trappin' outside of the white house (Done-done)
My shooters in here like the White House (I do)
Feeling like Trump wit' dese pollies (Pollies)
Feelin' like blunts wit' dese mollys (Mollys)
Dese girls get freaky in the studio (Why?)
She suckin' my d**k, while she bumpin' us (Top)
I only want top, no f**kin' us (Neck)
Can't find your man 'cause he duckin' us (He is)
Late nights, I don't know nothin' else (I don't)
A lil' b*t*h called, said she need some help (Lil' b*t*h)
I always hold a brick, I don't need no help (Uh)
These n***as ride a wave like a f**kin' L
These n***as ride a wave like a f**kin' L