[Intro: Backend]
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Backend]
I got this bitch up on my line, yeah, she tryna fuck me
I got this bitch up on my line, yeah, she said she love me
I got this bitch up on my body, I don't want that
I got this bitch up on my body, I don't need that
I'm still stuck up in the motherfuckin' damn trap
I just think I can't get out, but I ain't in the trap
I got this bitch up on my line, like "Boy, get out the trap"
Bitch, I love the trap, I came out the trap
Bitch, I am the trap-trap-trap-trap
Trap n***a, trap n***a, you ain't really trap
Yeah, I walk up in the party, I got a lot of drugs
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah, I'm that n***a
Tryna rob me, pussy boy you gon' see what's up
Ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm with L's, n***a
Yeah we got 'em guns, yeah he got a gun
Bitch I got a gun, come and see what's up
That's yo' ass, n***a

[Verse 2: slaywitme]
That's yo' ass, n***a
Run the bag up, then I flex on a n***a
N***a talkin' on the net, he won't pull the trigger
Flex a [?] yeah, I make my bands bigger
My n***as gettin' money, so my n***as neva' ratchet
Trapgoth, hoes, hold on [?]
N***a run up, then I'm finna blow
Bitch, I'm in yo' hood, n***a, what's happenin'?
Flexing on a [?], this a bad habit
Bitch, gonna suck the dick like a bad [habit?]
N***as hatin' on us, 'cause they know they can't have it
I got all the weed, so you know I'm always [?]
Bitch, I'm in New York streets, n***a, what's happenin'?