[Chorus: D Flowers]
Trappin', watch out for the neighbors
I put the food on the table
Fifty shots sittin' on the table
Fifty bags sittin' on the table
I told my n***as I'm able
I showed my n***as I'm capable
Put that bag on your head like a table
We got them Glocks with them lasers boys

[Verse 1: D Flowers]
So we trappin', watch out for the neighbors
Off with that bitch on the table
She ride this dick like a horse ride the stable
I'm on that syrup like it's maple
They tryna watch me like cable
So we gotta trap and watch out for the neighbors, yeah
I had to sleep in the vaco
I'm tryna go buy that house on the acres
I just dropped ten on a zabo
They finna put my lil bro on probation
I know you n***as be hatin'
Don't make me slide on your ass like a skater
Your bitch on my tip like a waiter
She tryna lick on that dick, she been waitin'
I just cracked a card at the Chase
This for my n***as that's dodgin' them cases
You know 'bout them chances we taking
Most of them young n***as tryna make it
Whoever play, we gon' take it
I send the straps to your trap and they robbin' you naked
I know them drug dealers first name basis
I talk to killers on a day to day basis, yeah, yeah
They been done robbed your grandma with a straight face
Gotta eat, no plate
Thirty-eight, no trace
No shed, no case
By the shed, servin' shake and bake all day, hey hey
Heard he on in the hood, junkies couldn't see my old face
[Chorus: D Flowers]
Trappin', watch out for the neighbors
I put the food on the table
Fifty shots sittin' on the table
Fifty bags sittin' on the table
I told my n***as I'm able
I showed my n***as I'm capable
Put that bag on your head like a table
We got them Glocks with them lasers boys

[Verse 2: Yung Ro]
You can't finesse a finesser
I put that dope on the dresser
All these hundreds on camera
I'm startin' to look like a scammer
I been fuckin' bae so good
She start to look like a dancer
I got that sack on me right now
I'm startin' to look like I'm Santa
Bein' broke made me humble, ran a bag up all summer
Trap spot doin' numbers, straight drop keep 'em comin'
Fifty shots on the table, all of the bullets gon' wake up the neighbors
I was broke, unstable, now they askin' me for favors
I got the flavor, I got the recipe
The pot it go skrrt skrrt, it sound like a melody
He say he don't like me, that sound like some jealousy
I'm laid up with a bad bitch smokin' this rapper weed
[Interlude: D Flowers]
Trappin', watch out for the neighbors
Fifty shots sittin' on the table
I told my n***as I'm able
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: D Flowers]
We finna pull up and shit on the haters
Your bitch wanna do me a favor
I told the bitch I can't labor
But I told my n***as I'm able
Trappin', watch out for the Gucci snakes
I put the food on the plate
I see the fake in your face
You want the steak off my plate when I'm sayin' my grace
I been on some cool shit lately
I slide through the hood with a halo on
'Cause most of my n***as on papers
My killers call me on a payphone
I might go get me a trap in your kid's name
But that chopper my main dog
Keep a chain on my neck like Django
Pull up to your block in a Burberry raincoat
In a Range Rover, that bitch fell down on a hangover
Give me that syrup, now leggo my eggo
Who got that shit by the caseload?
I made your bitch catch the vapors
I flew that bitch with my slippers on
She tried not to wake up the neighbors
Know they think a n***a never home
My n***as on go like Diego
And they gon' shoot when I say so
I told my brother 'nem lay low
Why you saw it is able
This for the places you can't go
All of my n***as need help though
And it's gon' cost a n***a 'least fifty to get all the cases closed
[Outro: D Flowers]
Trappin', watch out for the neighbors
Fifty shots sittin' on the table
I told my n***as I'm able
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Trappin', watch out for the neighbors