[Intro: Klass Murda]
Ah, woo
[Chorus: Klass Murda]
Mike Amiri (Woo), you ain't gotta what for my jeans called (Facts)
Flew to Cali and I put my team on (I did)
Uh, they say the trap need a theme song (The trap)
Uh, I heard the trap need a theme song (Woo, woo)
Trap on my street, trap on your street, I'm with it (I'm down)
Flew from the East Coast, board on the West Coast, I did it (I'm gone)
Uh, I heard the trap need a theme song (What they need, Murda?)
They say the trap need a theme song
[Verse 1: Klass Murda]
I got your ho up guessin' (What?), and I'm Dior steppin' (Dior)
I told my bitch fuck a PS5, I need more weapons (Brrt, bah)
All of you rappers get clapped (What?), all 'cause you thought about dissin' me (Boom)
We turn your man to a pack (Facts), now he on sale in dispensaries (Smoke 'em)
If I rap 'bout it, I does it (Woo), this trap shit, I does it (Trap)
I wrote this shit when I was on a layover, thirty pounds in my luggage
By any means, get 'em back to the bity
I want 'em all, ask my plug
And I ain't never gon' ask how many
And I'm gon' fuck up my profit with Benny
And I still fuck with the mail
If I gotta send it, I'm still taxin'
I ain't your regular artist (What?)
When I ain't rappin', I'm still wrappin' (Wrap 'em)
I'm just a weed seller (Seller)
It got me rich, I ain't sellin' no blow
Reppin' them three letters (Rrr)
I'ma put on for it until I go
[Chorus: Klass Murda & Benny the Butcher]
Mike Amiri (Woo), you ain't gotta what for my jeans called (Facts)
Flew to Cali and I put my team on (I did)
Uh, they say the trap need a theme song (The trap)
Uh, I heard the trap need a theme song (Woo, woo)
Trap on my street, trap on your street, I'm with it (I'm down)
Flew from the East Coast, board on the West Coast, I did it (I'm gone)
Uh, I heard the trap need a theme song (Ayo, Murda, we back, nigga)
They say the trap need a theme song
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, me and Murda like blood brothers
Fuck a rapper, I'm a drug runner
My homie told me if he quit today
He could charge a hundred for his plug number
Street nigga, I don't tell business (Nah)
This the Pyrex and scale business
On the fifty-yard line with the gang
Now I'm doin' NFL business
A Gucci bag, got a Gucci bag
And a little one with a Chanel in it
All off mutt sales, nigga (Yeah)
So I don't know what to tell niggas
When they cryin' broke, better sell dope
Try tellin' jokes like Chappelle, nigga
Treat the trap kitchen like it's Yale, nigga
Ain't rich as us, then you failed, nigga
[Outro: Benny the Butcher]
A Gucci bag, got a Gucci bag
And a little one with a Chanel in it
All off mutt sales, nigga
So I don't know what to tell niggas
When they cryin' broke, better sell dope
Try tellin' jokes like Chappelle, nigga
Treat the trap kitchen like it's Yale, nigga
Ain't rich as us, then you failed, nigga, let's go
