[Intro: RXKNephew]
(Crack Rock Records)
Girl, can I trap out yo house? (Girl)
Promise won't run in and out (Girl)
Can I sell dope out the front? (Girl)
I got what them jakes want (Girl)
Can I trap out the house? (Girl)
Can I sell crack out the house? (Girl)
Can I sell dope out the front? (Girl)
I got what them jakes want-
(Opp genocide)
(You gon' fuck wit' this one, Will)
(We will get you killed)

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
Henned up, got me swervin'
Pull up first, jumpin' out a suburban
Girl, I been ballin', I earned it
I ain't gon' play wit' you, you don't deserve it
I call yo phone when I'm done wit' the trap
Fuck on her friend, I'm not 'bout to rat
Speak how I feel, I don't know how to rap
Broke my wrist tryna cook a pack
Baby like, "Neph, how you feelin'?"
It's hot in the trap, but I'm chillin'
My bean kicked in, startin' to feel it
She like, "I'll let you hit, you better kill it"
Babygirl thick as my dark stout Backwood
Double back, hit again 'cause it's that good
Know you bad, girl, you ain't gotta act good
From the trap, girl, I ain't gotta act hood
[Chorus: RXKNephew]
Girl, can I trap out yo house? (Girl)
Promise won't run in and out (Girl)
Can I sell dope out the front? (Girl)
I got what them jakes want (Girl)
Can I trap out the house? (Girl)
Can I sell crack out the house? (Girl)
Leave my Glock at yo house (Girl)
(What the fuck)
Been ballin'!

[Verse 2: RXK Nephew]
Step in that bitch like swoosh
My thirty-one on my left wrist, a masseuse
Girl, that's crack water, that ain't juice
She like, "When you done, what you 'bout to do?"
I'm a dog, she already know
Pull up so fast, shit like I flew
I don't it do it dumb, but girl, I do it true
I'ma call yo phone when I make it through (It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch, girl)

[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Tell her, "I'm done wit' this shit, bitch, you gotta move on"
I ain't pick up the phone 'cause junkies on the phone
Bitch, I'm playin', you know I could never cut you off
It's H for Hermes, not Hugo Boss
The last fiscal year his trap took a loss
Put a pride flag on my shirt just to piss n***as off
Junkies say I make the crack taste like shake n bake
Girl, that blender's for cocaine, not smoothies and shake
Did a show in New York, sold that bitch out
Did a show in Austin, Texas, sold that bitch out
Whole gang run a train on yo bitch
I was disappointed to find out that you had flown that bitch out
Me and my girl just like Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my bitch like Kanye West and Kim K
Minion or the Bob? I can't decide
Shot a n***a in the face and my bitch said, "Slay"
Got so much white I pull up in a sleigh
I change my outfit four times a day
Trap flexin' hard as Drake and Wayne
Chain so damn big, can't hear what they say
Go crazy, fire everybody like I'm Kanye
My pockets is Swedish, your shit Zimbabwe
Look at my wrist, n***a, this ain't no g-shock
My dope slam dunk, your shit bunny hop
Dropped the crack on the scale like a tator tot
White boys as my show look just like Diddy Bop
Shoot your whole crew up and make the whole city hot
Throw yo bitch out the house 'cause she a silly thot
Bitch saw my chain, went into anemic shock
I hop on these beats and it's like sock and bop
I walk in the kitchen, domestic abused the pot
I turn into Chris Brown in the car when I see the pot
Came this far, I took a lot of L's
My L's for learnin' though, not for losses
You can't sit wit' us, this table just for bosses
I make the dope sweeter than Ryan Gosling
Brought a brick to New Hampshire from Boston
CHRIST DILLINGER cocaine whiter than Aaron Kaufman
I go IDF on the opps and bomb them
N***as hatin' in the comments, I'm not respondin'
[Chorus: RXKNephew]
Girl, can I trap out yo house? (Girl)
Promise won't run in and out (Girl)
Can I sell dope out the front? (Girl)
I got what them jakes want (Girl)
Can I trap out the house? (Girl)
Can I sell crack out the house? (Girl)
Can I sell dope out the front? (Girl)
I got what them jakes want (Girl)

[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Can I sell crack out your house? (Girl)
You gon' shoot if they run in the house? (Girl)
Can I sell crack off yo phone?
If I get locked up, you gon' wait 'til I come home? (Girl)
I want the money, not the fame (Girl)
Me and your next n***a is not the same
I pour out a little Sprite then I pour in the pain
Drivin' like Paul Walker in the left lane

[Outro]
(Crack Rock Records)
(It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
(It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
(It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
(It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
(It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)
(It's Based Negative Squad, you stupid bitch)