[Verse 1: Huskii]
Mind buzzing from these stupid fiends
Doing runs, I feel like Uber Eats
Half the junkies been shooting needles
Where we meet they all through the streets
Who's to blame here?
You or me?
I don't wanna be sellin' rock
But the crew we all gotta eat
Fuck the coppers who try to watch
I ain't saving to buy no watch
Three phones and these cunts don't stop
I should set up a run through job
Then set him back up in front two boxes
I been that obnoxious
Fuck the world, I've been crossed too often
Fill the boot you see lights no stoppin
Keep your head down you might get got
Everybody want a piece of the pie
Ain't nobody want to start from the bottom
Everybody got a piece or a knife
Only got em cause they're scared of a floggin'
I ain't here to start fights, though
Only been statin' the obvious
I knew a few that get pulled in for interviews
100% that they doggin' us
Cut up blocks in a vacant flat
Fuck the dogs, yeah, I hate the Jacks
Fuck a job, I ain't payin' tax
Suckers watchin' me makin' stacks
[Refrain: Huskii]
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the pack's gone

[Chorus 1: Huskii]
Four days in the trap
Four days in the trap
Court case in my lap
We ain't leavin' till we cashed
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the pack's gone

[Verse 2: ChillinIT]
Granddaddy had a fruit shop
And got his hustle on up out of Lebanon
Now your grandson is on the two pops
And we sell stuff and we gettin' on
Hurstville where the Chinese
Mixed three cups with the kettle on
I was seventeen with a M rock
In a rehab out in Wollongong
Way back, old days
[?] to the blue Mazda
Old mate played loan shark
For the hundred packs of the blue Mazdas
Played friends, they all snakes
All nominees, just true actors
Missing friends over missing money
From a kitchen drawer, brother, who snatched it?
Still be acting real
Still be catching deals
Still be making sure these packages
Get properly vacuum sealed
Give no 'ucks, 'ucks, 'ucks
Give no 'ucks 'bout how you feel
Still be real, still be catchin' deals
Still be catchin' meals, meals
Riding round bumpin' Triple J
When I turn it on, yeah, the joint is mine
Ride around puffin' Triple Js
When I burn it off, yeah, the joint is mine
Go back to the same flat
'Cause he sells grams that are .9
But you never ever sold one thing
Stop fronting, there's no point in lying
[Chorus 2: ChillinIT]
Four days in the trap
Four lines on a stripper's back
Hallways looking black
Long drives and I bring it back
Four days in the trap
Four lines on a stripper's back
Four days in the trap, argh
Four days in the trap, argh

[Verse 3: Alex Jones]
Four days in the trap
More paper, more cash
They buzzin' my phone when I'm out
That can all wait till I'm back
In the hallways in the flats
Your courts facing my lap
My lawyer's saving my ass again
My court cases get dashed
My Gina lookin' like floor cleaner
Three reelin' outta this four-seater
You talk heaters, gonna force me to
Put a hole in your neck like a store beeper
Funds float for these drug homes
My plug knows that I'm cutthroat
Feed a pregnant bitch rock till I
Kill two birds with one stone
Ridin' round with them scammers
Hidin' out from them cameras
My hype is out in South Gina
How you gonna find me now? I go phantom
Thinkin' you ain't been up on the streets, lad
My mates snaked me for a speed bag
Switch thought he was a big boy
Turned outcast for like three stacks
[Chorus 1: Huskii]
Four days in the trap
Four days in the trap
Court case in my lap
We ain't leavin' till we cashed
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the pack's gone

[Verse 4: HUSKii]
Got the money through the fly screen
Everybody want that ice cream
Everybody copy my steez
Till they realise it was just a pipe dream
No yes men on my team
My best friend speaks Chinese
Don't ask why this white Beamer
We driving needs to get wiped clean
Fuck it
I feel like burning some bridges down
I feel like turning some bitches out
I feel like shit when I wake up
So I'm getting high till it's good to go into town
It's way too red hot to sit around
Four days it was in and out
Four days in the trap
Girl back at home, she don't know shit about it