Trapland Pat
Backend
A guy by the name of Pepperjack Zoe

$windlaaa ($windlaaa)
Ha (Ahh-wooo)
Clee
Ha-ha

Look, look
Fuck the front door we coming
Through the backend (Through the backend)
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’ (Get to clappin’)
Pussy n***a tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up
223 and rugers
F&n and choppa’s (Choppa’s)
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’ (Know they really poppin’)
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that (Living like that)

We from the home of the sea
But the land that’s where we pop ya (Where we pop ya)
I know them boys be hating
Till we blow like trending topics (Trending topics)
He popping Perc thirty
Tell that boy he need to stop it (He need to stop it)
She eating on that dick too neat
She needs to slop it
Oh they paying them n***as
Oh they training them n***as
We was caught in traffic now we just
Be shaking them n***as
Bop and weave
Left. Right
We be spanking these n***as
Now you know me, say my name
End up paying me n***a

Oh you see them tryna pay us for the
Shows now
No more H&M that’s designer on the
Clothes now
We be from that state where them
Boys be screaming
Zoe pound
T’D up
All my n***as really fresh
Know we glee’d up

Glee’d up head to toe now
We tryna get that score now
These n***as say they ‘bout it
But they know where really hoes now
These n***as say they ‘bout it
But they know where really hoes now
We tryna raise the score so you know
We gotta blow down

Fuck the front door we coming
Through the backend (Through the backend)
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’ (Get to clappin’)
Pussy n***a tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up (Duh duh)
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up (Skrrt, skrrt)
223 and rugers (Duh duh)
F&n and choppa’s (Duh duh)
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that

Yea, you know I’m higher than a kite
Now (Duh duh)
This a round trip
I had to jump up on a flight now
One night stand she ain’t boutta
Spend the night now
I’m in the sports car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t no stopping at the light now
Trapland Pat yea, Trapland Pat
You ain’t never gotta ask man you
Know I’m strap
You ain’t never gotta ask I’m really
In them traps. (Duh duh)
And you ain’t never gotta ask I really
Flip them packs
She throw it back, slow motion
I ain’t sipping purple, sipping on that
Pink potion
A1A baby you got to go to coasting
Landed on the cloud baby I ain’t with
The floating
Yea convicted felons with illegal
Weapons (duh duh)
Who like to go to stepping
If they feel threatened
They ain’t no playing now
Pull up spraying now do that (Duh duh)
(Duh duh duh) (Duh duh duh)
That’s a man down

Fuck the front door we coming
Through the backend
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’
Pussy n***a tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up
223 and rugers
F&n and choppa’s
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that