(He died smokey)

When I pull up on dem
I'm making a mess
WWE I'm straight outta west
WWE it's the wolf and the west
WWE you know I'm on gang
When I pull up on dem
I'm making a mess
WWE I'm straight outta west
WWE it's the wolf and the west
WWE you know I'm on gang


He pull up to the party we seen his ass
(Bawww)
No fuckin it up this our only chance
(Now way)
No fuckin it up he our pawn it's chess
(On God)
Say he can't get touched got 4 in his chest
(Boo boo)
Think his ass John Cena
Imma undertake him
Okay
Let's get straight to it(Uh huuh)
Nikey lil bitch I do it(On god)
They mad cause I been movin
They shoot my n***as ruthless
They bark your Dawgs is toothless
(For sure)
Otee what's up you coolin?
(On God)
No way I'm always cooking
(I'm whippin)
Spin blocks this metro booming
(Metrooo)
Alright this that trap music(On God)
Trеnches gon dance right to it
(Streets)
Speakin on murdеrs you n***as is cops
Talk on my case bringin out my brief
I'mma thug my way till I end up in cuffs
Free slime that way young thug & gunna
Free pooh it's shiesty in all my blocks
Long live to the real O Block its Von
(Von,boo boo boo boo boo boom)
Pull on the block mob with the mob bitch
I'm racking my way I don't need a real job
Out in the streets they'll call me Yown Poppa
Got a new bitch she gon call me by Arthur
(Arthur Arthur)
Straight to the bricks lil n***a John gotti
(Gotti)
N***as been fake talking bout VVs
(Vvs)
Whole lot at stake ain't talkin bout beef
(Woah)
Say he want smoke we smoke his kids
(Baow baow)
(Jayy)
(Jayy)

I got the sauce my n***a we dope
Check out the score we winning alone
Look out the streets we taking it up
We are the wolves my n***a you know
(Don't know)
Play with the kids onto the trick
We making it rain we are the trap wolves
(Let's go)
We are the trap wolves
My n***a we are the trap...

When I pull up on dem
I'm making a mess
WWE I'm straight outta west
WWE it's the wolf and the west
WWE you know I'm on gang
When I pull up on dem
I'm making a mess
WWE I'm straight outta west
WWE it's the wolf and the west
WWE you know I'm on gang

He pull up to the party we seen his ass
(Bawww)
No fuckin it up this our only chance
(Now way)
No fuckin it up he our pawn it's chess
(On God)
Say he can't get touched got 4 in his chest
(Boo boo)
Think his ass John Cena
Imma undertake him
Okay
Let's get straight to it(Uh huuh)
Nikey lil bitch I do it(On god)
They mad cause I been movin
They shoot my n***as ruthless
They bark your Dawgs is toothless
(For sure)
Otee what's up you coolin?
(On God)
No way I'm always cooking
(I'm whippin)
Spin blocks this metro booming
(Metrooo)
Alright this that trap music(On God)
Trenches gon dance right to it
(Streets)
All The Smoke

(Ayy)
Smoke on weed ain't smokin on cocca
Link wit da gang we gon sip some soda
Make a n***a stretch like he doin some yoga
Suicide squad when we pull up its murder
Stretch my leg I'm doin that woo
I be on da corner chilling with ma goons
Yall n***as better watch how u move
One wrong move its click clack boom
Trap wolves gang gut da trap house jumpin
Gyals from da right to da left dey love me
I know one'o dem gon gimme a toppy
Fuck her hard coz her poom poom bumpy
I got my demons on go
Slide on a n***a like woah