Tony Fontana

[Chorus: Hit Boy]

Dipping down the back streets

Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah

I think I want my trap back

Couldn’t tell you all the places I done trapped at, yeah

Dipping down the back streets

Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah

I think I want my trap back

Made my first million and I ain’t know how to act

[Verse 1: Hit Boy]

In the Aston getting head without asking

I’m too much nigga Rest In Peace to Ashton

220 on the dash I bet you can’t catch me

Band leave the banding up Young Dizzy Gillespie

Jazzy with my waist

Free Katana and champagne

I done showed the most love

These niggas ain’t no good

They talking big but it don’t mean nothing

I’m just at the crib with your hoe mean mugging

Yeah I’m in her face

Then she making faces

Yeah I’m in her face

Then she making faces

Put my chain on her titties get the picture taken

6 AM back in the street to collect the payment, yeah

Fuck a GPS, I just take the cash route

Tony Fontana nigga they call me that now

Stay with bag like I’m taking trash out, yeah

Trapping trapping trapping trapping out of the glass house, yeah

[Chorus: Hit Boy]

Dipping down the back streets

Running through bands like a track meet, yeah

I think I want my trap back

Couldn’t tell you all the places I done trapped at

Dipping down the back streets

Running through bands like a track meet, yeah

I think I want my trap back

Made my first million and I ain’t know how to act

[Interlude: Dom Kennedy]

They gon' talk about you anyway, fuck em’

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]

The Colosseum on my display

When I was flyer than these niggas in tenth grade, yeah

Up at Dulenz with the big plates

With no publicist, paid for the double RL I be covered in

Jazzy with my waist

Straight tequila with champagne

And I done showed the most love

These niggas ain’t no good

They talking money but I don’t see nothing

We be at the crib no phones no nothing

Either getting faced (true)

Or I’m counting faces

While I’m bumping Face (true)

Don’t get me mistaken

Official Westside nigga, get your picture taken

Up at Serving Spoon early off that turkey bacon

Fuck the Hollywood, I’m too hood with it

Always been a standout never with the handouts

I think I want my trap back

Thirty shows, living out my backpack

[Chorus: Hit Boy]

Dipping down the back streets

Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah

I think I want my trap back

Couldn’t tell you all the places I done trapped at, yeah

Dipping down the back streets

Running through these bands like a track meet, yeah

I think I want my trap back

Made my first million and I ain’t know how to act

[Outro: Hit Boy]

Yeah

Dipping in the back streets

Yeah

I think I want my trap back