Trap-A-Holics: Real! Trap! Shit!

Damn, son! Where’d ya find this?

Yeah

[Hook]
Flexin’ like I came from the gym
Keep a .22 in my Tims
Big Belt Gang, [?]
Shawty swallowed all my children
Hopped out that coupe, yeah
Smokin’ on this boof, yeah
These n***as capped up
I’mma tell the truth, yeah
Yeah, yo hoe, she in love with my crew, yeah
[?]

[Verse]
These bitches bite like piranhas, most of these n***as some runners
First I’ma fuck they lil sister, then fuck they big sister, then fuck on they momma, ayy
I cannot fuck with these messy hoes, all they do is start drama
Lil bih don’t hit my phone it there conversation don’t involve the commas
Smokin’ just like I’m three-five, hop in that ‘Rari and slide
Little bih asked for a ride, absolutely not
These n***as act like they hard, but they don’t gotta face card
We pull up to yo front yard, knock yo ass to the backyard
[Hook]
Flexin’ like I came from the gym
Keep a .22 in my Tims
Big Belt Gang, [?]
Shawty swallowed all my children
Hopped out that coupe, yeah
Smokin’ on this boof, yeah
These n***as capped up
I’mma tell the truth, yeah
Yeah, yo hoe, she in love with my crew, yeah
[?]