[Outro]
Lurking for real
Trap house jumpin you can't even chill
Dope as zip I'm locking up the seal
Can't hang with the gang you ain't ready to kill
Drop out I ain't never popped a pill
Eat the fuck up it could be ya last meal
Beenhill road wit the killers for real─ (T─Trap Daily exclusive)
Gang, gang (ha)
Hrrtl (Brrtl)
Yeah, oh yeah (bitch, Brrtl)
Brrtl, no cap
Mane fuck what he talm bout n***a (on god)
Trap house jumpin

[Chorus]
See back in the trap I was Robbin and servin n***as out the slump
This a thug life n***a, kick em off the boat
Ill air this bitch out I'ma real ass foe
Ran to the trap because I need some more
Puss-ah n***a get down on the floor
Real trap vibe will makе a n***a go
That 30 round on me, make a n***a blow (yeah, yеah)
We got glizzys, fye
We got ARs in this fucking bitch, do a homicide if a pussy n***a talkin shit
We gon' let it ride with them dirty fuckin hollow tips
All my n***as ride bout the opposition throwing shit
All my n***as glide we got .50s in this fuckin bitch
N***a tryna die if he run up we got .30 clips
So back to the trap I was thuggin and juggin for real
Burnt-out pussy I'm still in field
Yall already know how it is in the field
Won't let no pussy put me on the grill
King shit boy know I'm still in the field
We armed robbin and lurking for real
Trap house jumpin you can't even chill
Dope as zip I'm locking up the seal
Can't hang with the gang you ain't ready to kill
Drop out I ain't never popped a pill
Eat the fuck up it could be ya last meal
Beenhill road with the killers for real
Don't be on computers I'm not with the internet
40 a felon smoke you like a cigarette
Stay on my P's and Q's just like the alphabet
Strapped up, sticked up just like the Soviet
Im fuckin his bitch and he don't even know it yet
Pop out with .50s and spaz til' sun set
Ol-pussy ah n***a never held a gun yet
Hop out the van and pop em till his gun rack
Sissy-ass n***a add em to the gun rack (Gang, gang)
[Outro]
Bitch, man fuck what he talm bout n***a (On god)
Trap house jumpin