[Hook]
You don't wanna come to the trap (to the trap)
Yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back, ay)
Mama lost her son to the trap
Put a bomb on his back, we gon' storm through the back, ay uh
You would get hit for a rack, ay uh
I promise you a lick, that's a fact, ay uh
Brand new whip, with the tags
Mercedes S Class
180 on the dash, ay uh

[Verse 1]
N***as think I care about they wife ('bout they wife, ay)
I ain't tryna fuck yo' bitch in ice (fuck yo' bitch in ice)
I just want the tech, with the sprite
Jolly ranchers on the side I want the phantom sittin' nice
I ain't never had nobody going half on the brick (half on the brick?)
Chef Curry in the kitchen getting caught with the stick
Pop a molly for the rush when I be hitting a lick
Then pop a Xan so I can sleep, Jesus Lord I repent
I be cruising, living, past looking for hoes (looking for hoes)
Tired of n***as in my circle that be doing the most (doing the most)
Saran wrap up the album, then I'm hitting the post
Sour patch, diamond wrist, what a beautiful quote (beautiful quote)
I know I know, I need a shortie that's gon' come with the coke (come with the coke)
If I give her twenty thousand she won't buy a new coat (buy a new coat)
Then have a bitch give me head in the back of a ghost
Then give this unfaithful bitch back to back to the roads, ay

[Hook]
You don't wanna come to the trap (to the trap)
Yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back, ay)
Mama lost her son to the trap
Put a bomb on his back, we gon' storm through the back, ay uh
You would get hit for a rack, ay uh
I promise you a lick, that's a fact, ay uh
Brand new whip, with the tags
Mercedes S Class
180 on the dash, ay uh

[Verse 2]
(Bitch ay,) These bitches want a n***a for the clout
How a n***a talk shit but don't no money come out? (uh)
The Xan just dropped, now I'm stuck on the couch
Don't a n***a move or I'ma blow this bitch out
Ion give a fuck I put a bomb on a cat
N***a messing with my money hit his arm with a bat (arm with a bat)
See you know the protocol we gotta storm through the back (storm through the back)
See I'm aiming for that money you gon' [?], uh
I don't even know why I fuckin' rap (why I fuckin' rap)
I done came a long way from the motherfuckin' trap (motherfuckin' house)
I can't deal with the crap unless I make a couple racks
Used to cruise with a bat now upgraded to a strap
Rolling out the pound house, smelling like a cat
Fifty new accounts and had a dollar bounce back, my n***a ay

[Hook]
You don't wanna come to the trap (come to the trap)
Yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back)
Mama lost her son to the trap
Put a bomb on his back, we gon' storm through the back, ay uh
You would get hit for a rack (for a rack), ay uh
I promise you a lick, that's a fact (you a motherfuckin' lick), ay uh
Brand new whip, with the tags
Mercedes S Class
180 on the dash, ay uh