Trap All Day 2

[Chorus] Yeah, trap all day cause I wanna get my cake on Beef situations I don't debate on Take your face off with my stiff screwface on True Not just grime when I take out crews Come in on a war with me, you'll lose 357 shoot man out shoes You could be the skinny or the henchest dude Yeah, trap all day cause I wanna get my cake on Beef situations I don't debate on Take your face off with my stiff screwface on True Not just grime when I take out crews Come in on a war with me, you'll lose 357 shoot man out shoes You could be the skinny or the henchest dude [Verse] Yeah, duct tape but I ain't taping no duck I'm making sure he keeps his mouth shut You nuh wan' see A-C-E in the cut With your chick cause I'll slump you into her butt You can ask pagans, Merky's about Man ah stand firm in the heart of South Beat your head till the airbag comes out Please don't doubt Man are on home invasion Location, location Could've been a [?] or Caucasian I ain't gonna stop my something from raising Never would I ever let slide violation Never would I let violation slide If it's peak then it's peak cuh I do it on sight Or I might let it die down, think it's alright Till one late night I come through on a hype 187 but not on mic Dip round bends on a stolen bike Clip's got lead for the boldest guy Claim you're hench but I know it's lies Your heart's tinned out, your soul will get skied When I eject lead and open insides, FT We're so certified, man ain't got proof but will if you try Ain't got my proof but will if you dare, don't know fear Man have got iron, willing to share Fam, I ain't lying, Ls are there Push your head in the air if you don't wanna hear Let me make it clear: for the money, I care But know say I'm ready for the war And if you've got contraband, man will tear Still bunning and I'll still bun him The big pagan's still been running He can be a big man, I'll still son him Age ain't nuttin' but the day you come in I'll roll past, catch, whistle and hum him Flip the script, spin the stick and then drum him So FT but I'm still block-hugging Jäger straight from the bottle, I'm chugging Money is power so I've got that plugin Hungry so you know I've got that grub in I've been out here And I ain't baid from morn, so you know I'm thugging Piss dem ah stink while my pockets are fat Up late night writing bars in the trap Man ah take weed, bun and pass that back "ACE, all your bars about shotting and dirt" Why? Cause I do just that The Moroccan [?] my first cat Since then, Merky ain't ever looked back I grind to maintain, break off and stack I possess the realness dem man lack Got a terror squad, make you lean back On point with my hardware, fam, I don't slack But I'm talking straps, not tees and hats But I've got a new shape ArdWear, that's black If it ain't ArdWear then it is wack Habits? I don't wanna hear about that Swag? I don't wanna hear about that But I've still got a new shape [?] hat And a green tee matching the FT tat I said P but they all got Lapras Trigger them, all get clap Shitting in a nitty's house, standing up I ain't tryna make that seat touch my butt But it's peak out here, bricks gotta get cut If it ain't paper then it ain't valid We're the best but Faze ain't Khaled Eff Tizzy come like a Lewisham ballad Aim for your kuffer and split that rapid When I'm filled with rage, I turn to a savage Ergh, yeah I was on the roadside, donny Hostel life in the trap with Kozzie Would've got a flick knife left in your body Would've said good, would've never said sorry Smoke amni, no, I don't take molly I'm ACE, same screwed up face On my paper chase, filled with nuttin' but rage I'll still come down to your block Slapping off something No cap gun Bolt in the bag and you know it's a fat one Care in a world? MA don't have one Got a few girls but I'll only trap one I'll burst in her like "you can hold that son" Or daughter Once was a prince and also a pauper Now I'm the king and I'm making an order Skid around the corner just like Forza .38 loud but the nine dem shorter Poor pussyhole through torture Gotta serve Junior and [?] Give 'em three one-threes, more than one quarter I see through you see-through dons like window I bet you thought I was gonna say water I caught ya Hardest barrer just like kweffers I bet you thought I was gonna say slaughter Never could I rate a snitch or informer Off with his head, off with her head Do it for the love and the love of the bread Man ah trap all day for the love of the Z If I tell a young G what TK said That's bare bloodshed, everybody dead [Outro] Trap All Day 2 Free JB