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

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