(Intro)
Yeah
Yeah
M'way
M'way
Let's get it!
(Chorus)
Real trap boy from a 1/4, hands-off I don't take orders
I don't take orders from no one lil' boy
Trap house pack gets slaughterd
I can show you lil' boys how to bake
Ice in the 'rex when I'm flicking that water
Am up in the trap house, ain't no space
Bagging up work, shit feelin' like torture
(Verse 1)
Jump in the car got tints on my whip
You know you can't see no shit
Just came through with a blacked out whip
With some Blacked out rims
And some blacked out kicks
Can't tell me shit lil' boy I got bands (Yeah)
You lil' boys won't understand
Am in the trap with the chalk and the sand
Mashing down work 'shit broke my hands
Walk up out the trap man I got hella bands on me
20 notes, 50 notes up
Hop in that car you know it's an AMG
Automatic I ain't gotta use no clutch
Am a skinny lil' nigga
I don't go no gym lil' boy
I'd rather just shoot your ass up
My nigga TG stepped in with a shank
Fuck around you can get your lil' self poked up
If you ever call my phone at 8 am
Just know that a nigga prolly' just woke up
Man I got hella backwoods in the car
So you know that my shit just lookin' smoked up
I put too much weed in the shit
Everytime I take a hit man I swear I just choke up
Man I put this work in my hands
Am in the traphouse man just chopping coke up
(Chorus)
Real trap boy from a 1/4, hands-off I don't take orders
I don't take orders from no one lil' boy
Trap house pack gets slaughterd
I can show you lil' boys how to bake
Ice in the 'rex when I'm flicking that water
Am up in the trap house, ain't no space
Bagging up work, shit feelin' like torture
X2
(Verse 2)
Real dope boy I ain't never been college
Been up in the trap I can give a boy knowledge
Shit up in the pot looking like porridge
When I say porridge, man that shit like oats
Speaking of oats, Manna been OT
Man set up shop OT went stoke
Take a drug test gonna fail that shit
Been bagging up weight pores filled with coke
I go hands-on if my line go slow
Put pebs in your mouth make sure you don't choke
OT wear no hats, no coats
Blend in, look like a normal bloke
I was dead broke man I swear I couldn't cope
Went to the trap started cutting down soap
Am up in the block
I ain't watching no soaps
Am up in the trap bagging that dope
Am on the 30 road doing 50
50 road doing about 110
I know these jakes wanna pitch me
Grips me they wanna see me in pen
I just got a call from ken
Said it's peng
And she wants to come see me again
Said she's with keenan and ken
And they both want 5
So you know that's 10
(Chorus)
Real trap boy from a 1/4, hands-off I don't take orders
I don't take orders from no one lil' boy
Trap house pack gets slaughterd
I can show you lil' boys how to bake
Ice in the 'rex when I'm flicking that water
Am up in the trap house, ain't no space
Bagging up work, shit feelin' like torture
X2
