WYA

[Intro: YBN Nahmir] Ayy Ayy [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] I'm in the trap, too much bands on a young nigga Don't even know how to act Get them racks, can't go work for another man Most of these niggas be cap Yeah, that's all facts, most of these niggas be fake And most these niggas be rats Still shippin' them packs, know they go for the low They comin' in, where you at? I'm in the trap, too much bands on a young nigga Don't even know how to act Get them racks, can't go work for another man Most of these niggas be cap Yeah, that's all facts, most of these niggas be fake And most these niggas be rats Still shippin' them packs, know they go for the low They comin' in, where you at? [Verse 1: YBN Nahmir] Young nigga trippin', got racks in the back I had to put some forgi's on the Jag' Y'all niggas broke and y'all ain't got no cash It's problems, just slide, you know you gon' crash Ayy, flippin' the pot Runnin' from 12, with work in my sock Your brother went fed, he be talkin' to cops I gotta keep four, 'cause I'm still on the block Ayy, I was broke, went and got them bands Got money then I had to cop me a Lamb' They shakin' ass, 'cause they know I'm the man You tryna beef, you get blown like a fan Ayy, drip too cold Too much ice, got my wrist on froze She sucked my dick, but you kissed that ho We seen that lick, so we kicked that door [Chorus: YBN Nahmir & Comethazine] I'm in the trap, too much bands on a young nigga Don't even know how to act Get them racks, can't go work for another man Most of these niggas be cap Yeah, that's all facts, most of these niggas be fake And most these niggas be rats Still shippin' them packs, know they go for the low They comin' in, where you at? I'm in the trap, too much bands on a young nigga Don't even know how to act Get them racks, can't go work for another man Most of these niggas be cap Yeah, that's all facts, most of these niggas be fake And most these niggas be rats Still shippin' them packs, know they go for the low They comin' in, where you at? (Bitch) [Verse 2: Comethazine] Thirty round drum to the chest, it's a big AK (Yeah, yeah, bitch) Bullet holes rip straight through the back (Boom) It's a big drum on the MAC, and it hold 1-5-0, hundred-fifty shots, never lack (Bitch, bitch, aw yeah) Bitch, I sleep with the strap, stay strapped up (Bitch, yeah) Gotta keep the heat, blow a pussy nigga back (Come here) Bitch, these sneak's on my feet cost one rack (Bitch, yeah) You bought a pair, then your ass took them back (Bitch) I just fucked her through her dress Then she squirted all on my lap (Ugh) Snatch his chain up off his chest No, he not gettin' it back (Come here) If that nigga wear a vest, then I'ma aim for his hat (Bitch, bitch, boom) Bitch I'm drippin' in Supreme like my first name was Pat (Aw yeah) [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] I'm in the trap, too much bands on a young nigga Don't even know how to act Get them racks, can't go work for another man Most of these niggas be cap Yeah, that's all facts, most of these niggas be fake And most these niggas be rats Still shippin' them packs, know they go for the low They comin' in, where you at? I'm in the trap, too much bands on a young nigga Don't even know how to act Get them racks, can't go work for another man Most of these niggas be cap Yeah, that's all facts, most of these niggas be fake And most these niggas be rats Still shippin' them packs, know they go for the low They comin' in, where you at?