[Hook]
In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells

In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells

[Verse 1: Slaide Gein]
All my team gotta hustle hard
Crying Codeine Slaide Escobar
Let’s have one more session cuh
Get it for the low blow wrestler
Mail it to a regular peddler
I’m offendin ya get all the
Shit across the fucking nebular
We putting them guns at registers
I love kittens mittens and dealing
Krok in the kitchen pealing
All the money out the wall
Don’t open that window it’s cold
I don’t give a shit about the money at all
I just don’t wanna see another body get cold
Hol up high roller baller sick as ebola
Mini golfer ogre boulder call a ambo
Pull up with a white lambo
Looking swag tonight damn and yo
Squad just seem so thirsty, camel
Can't see me Cena cammo ammo
Snake Squad...
Sleezy!!!

[Hook]
In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells

In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells

[Verse 2: Yung Fall]
Young fall in the cut
Young fall in your but (no homo)
If you get it bleached, don't get it on my shirt
Pull up at the trap house like skurr, skurr, skurr
Selling dimes on the corner like work, work, work
If you step up on Bilal, Yung Fall gon' murk, murk, murk
For real though, I'd rather be dead than in a cell
So if police looking for me, tell 'em go to hell
Meanwhile I'm packing bricks in Fed-Ex for sale
I send it through the post, call that G-Mail
Check Instagram, the crowd-source my confidence
I just stole that line, I don't care I'm not wearing pants
That made no sense sorry I'm on some tabs like Chance
Let's dance, you got shampoo in your eyes, tonight's getting colder
I'ma wash your body with bullets, that's head and shoulders

[Hook]
In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells

In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells

[Verse 3: Gucci FlipFlops]
Make this shit look easy
Jesus walking in my white yeezys
Don’t make me turn them into some red Octobers
Step up towards me and it be over
End up on the news
Chain thicker than a noose
Only type of tie I’ll wear
Make a sell even if I gotta die out there
Avoiding cells, shit be wild in there
Zebra striped coke lines, wilding there
King of the concrete jungle, selling rock
Bitch, I’m posted up on the block
Scola, tryna get that skrilla
Catch a cop, chop his soul put him next to Dilla
Call me Mr.dealer, Mr candy man
I can treat your nose
Dodging cops, ducking on the po
I ain’t tryna make a pose
Selling for all my woes

[Hook]
In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells

In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell
Living on the block, this block is like a living hell
Bust down through ya door then we proceed to kill
Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells