TRAP SPOT

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in the zone Niggas hate me 'cause my money long Got your bitch up in the thong 'Bout to fill her with this bone You keep blowing up her phone Asking when she coming home She just left you all alone She ain't did nothing wrong With that million dollar man Kicking shit like Jackie Chan I'm just thumbing through these bands Bitch I'm cooler than a fan Gucci loafers in the sand We can't fuck if she ain't paying Got a billion dollar brand I'm just sticking to the plan Got Versace on my shades Nigga smoother than some suede Plotting on me, get you sprayed Turn your dreads to a fade Buck a nigga with this gauge They just let me out the cage Came home and had it made Now I kick rappers off the stage Niggas know what I'm about I'm the hottest nigga out Keep my name up out your mouth 'Fore these bullets hit your house 30 gang, we in the South Run up on me, boy I doubt Niggas trying to get some clout But I don't never see 'em out [Chorus] 'Cause I chop a nigga down like a flat top Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop You got a problem with me nigga, keep your strap cocked Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot 'Cause I chop a nigga down like a flat top Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop You got a problem with me nigga, keep your strap cocked Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot [Verse 2] Your baby mama in my stash house Twerking with her ass out Fuck her 'til she pass out Now you know what Lav 'bout Always on the cash route Chopping on the fast route Candy apple glass house Ain't too much to brag 'bout She know I'm the nigga man Ain't nobody bigger man Play with me I kill a man Then I do my killer dance Welcome to my stash house Yeah we got some killer grams Banging with my flag out Waiting 'til my killers land Should of seen me last night Shining like a flashlight Flexing with this money on me Nigga this that bag life Doing what I want to do 'Cause niggas know my bag right Big body Porsche all black But the Jag white Super Bowl ring on Had to put my team on Shorty on my ding dong Got me as a ring tone Big Bank Hank Cash Money got my cheese long Your man fucking up I got a shoulder you can lean on [Outro] 'Cause I chop a nigga down like a flat top Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop You got a problem with me nigga, keep your strap cocked Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot 'Cause I chop a nigga down like a flat top Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop You got a problem with me nigga, keep your strap cocked Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot 'Cause I chop a nigga down like a flat top Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop You got a problem with me nigga, keep your strap cocked Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot 'Cause I chop a nigga down like a flat top Fold a nigga right in half like a laptop You got a problem with me nigga, keep your strap cocked Got your baby mama naked in my trap spot