Trap

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

6 diamond chains on

4 diamond rings on

M's, on top of M's when I came home

My lil bitch she ratchet, bend her over, stab it

[?]

Let the pussy nigga have it

I be dead fresh

Bitch closed casket

I got money habits tragic

You see the pounds, now you don't, trap nigga magic

Thousand pounds gone

If I make it, memories disappear, am I wrong?

Getting head on the E way I just hope I make it home

Bitch ratchet just like Trina, but she fine like Nia Long

She Bad and she a savage yeah, pretty and she nasty yeah

Then Shе call me daddy yeah

Met hеr in Louisiana, fucked her down in Dallas yeah

Dolph did you get your first million from selling [?] from Cali yeah

All we know is trappin, yeah

Hundred rounds in traffic, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Trap, trap

Trap, trap

Trap, trap

Trap, trap

Trap, count, count

Count, count

Count, count

Count, count

If your bitch look good, then I might take her

I just fuck them, na I don't wanna date her

Nigga where your cake? You look like [?]

Money keep calling me, bitch I see you later

[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]

Run to the paper just like I'm a [?]

Whole lotta [?]

[?]

My bitch want a bracelet [?]

I told her be pationt, I ran out of pationts

Walking and stepping on [?]

[?]

[?] young nigga go brazy

Too brazy, [?] my shoelaces

2 bitches and me, that's 2 faces

[?] like 2 [?]

Ride off, don't pay for the cash, no write off

Real nigga baby, no knock off

These niggas have beef, they get knocked off

458 in the bag

2700 on the tag

Cooking [?] stashing

[?] Pateck

[?] addic

[?]

[?]

I ain't even got no grammy

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Trap, trap

Trap, trap

Trap, trap

Trap, trap

Trap, count, count

Count, count

Count, count

Count, count

If your bitch look good, then I might take her

I just fuck them, na I don't wanna date her

Nigga where your cake? You look like [?]

Money keep calling me, bitch I see you later