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[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?