Walked In The Trap

Lyrics

[Intro: Ballout] The fuckin' Glo Boyz Walked in the trap Man, what the fuck? [Chorus: Ballout] Walked in the trap, stacks on stacks Pounds on pounds, bitches on bitches We don't fuck with snitches, heard these niggas squealin' Glocks on Glocks, spots on spots, blocks on blocks Water on my wrist, you should see these rocks I think these diamonds TV got (Bling) I fuck hoes like CB got (Yeah) They talkin' 'bout me like TV, yeah Hoes wanna see me, yeah Diamonds gon' be blingin' out (Bling) Phone gon' be ringin' out On hoes I be hangin' up On plays I be makin' 'em If he sweet, then I'm takin' 'em Hundreds, I be makin' 'em Hoеs, I be breakin' em [Verse 1: Ballout] 4's, I bе drinkin' 'em Hoes, y'all be savin' 'em On that road, I be rakin' up Niggas told, I ain't said none Them my bros since day one The hood know we ate one No sauce up on my steak, huh The Gross hot, niggas wanna pay nothin' I'm ridin' in a drop-head, this is not the rave one Can't walk on NLA and get it 'cause they gotta make one My momma told me "Hold it down nigga 'till yo day come And keep it real with your people, don't fuck with the fake ones" [Chorus: Ballout] Walked in the trap, stacks on stacks Pounds on pounds, bitches on bitches We don't fuck with snitches, heard these niggas squealin' Glocks on Glocks, spots on spots, blocks on blocks Water on my wrist, you should see these rocks I think these diamonds TV got (Bling) I fuck hoes like CB got (Yeah) They talkin' 'bout me like TV, yeah Hoes wanna see me, yeah Diamonds gon' be blingin' out (Bling) Phone gon' be ringin' out On hoes I be hangin' up On plays I be makin' 'em If he sweet, then I'm takin' 'em Hundreds, I be makin' 'em Hoes, I be breakin' em [Verse 2: DooWop] Captain Save-a-hoe, you wear a cape, you be savin' her? (Savin' her) In a different bracket, I got paper, you ain't made enough Hoes in different states paint they face, don't know their name or none We don't leave no trace, left half a face, them lil boys dangerous I just left Chiraq for a little excitement (A little excitement) Niggas tellin' on they own homies, ain't no indictements (Ain't no indictements) I just bought some Glocks (Glocks), lil foenem bought three four strikers (Three four strikers) I just bought a chop', this bitch strikin' just like lightenin' [Chorus: Ballout] Walked in the trap, stacks on stacks Pounds on pounds, bitches on bitches We don't fuck with snitches, heard these niggas squealin' Glocks on Glocks, spots on spots, blocks on blocks Water on my wrist, you should see these rocks I think these diamonds TV got (Bling) I fuck hoes like CB got (Yeah) They talkin' 'bout me like TV, yeah Hoes wanna see me, yeah Diamonds gon' be blingin' out (Bling) Phone gon' be ringin' out On hoes I be hangin' up On plays I be makin' 'em If he sweet, then I'm takin' 'em Hundreds, I be makin' 'em Hoes, I be breakin' em