In The Trap

Lyrics

[Intro] (Tripp3 on the beat) Aye Aye (Yeah) [Verse] I'm in the trap and we get in I'm with my dawgs, you know my gang off the leash Niggas be broke tryna stack them a ten No less than a twenty for me No handout, don't take nun' free Everything I got, I work hard for Your chain fake, lookin' like cardboard And iced out lookin' like Starboys Ain't talkin' The Weeknd, I came from the deep end Aye, run up the guap, this shit don't end Know I'ma ball, no letterman Aye, fuck nigga, who you think you better than? .45 XD and he got a twin Brand new train, I'm the rollman Aye, new generation, I'm dopеman Aye, you the old genеration dopeman IceWater Gang, we comin' cutthroat, man Wear twenty chains 'cause ain't fearin' no man Aye, shippin' out packs, I'm mailman Aye, sippin' on lean 'til I'm drunk I'm smokin' gas like a skunk, I think it's some Runtz Kick the bitch out, no punt I put a opp in a blunt, I don't gotta stunt These niggas better believe it Ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna hear it Eyes on the bag, I got tunnel vision They cannot stop me 'cause I'm on a mission Back in the trap and we get it in I'ma stay down for the Benjamin's I'ma stay down for this guap (Tripp3 on the beat) We was outside, had holes in our socks Know my niggas bang-bang like Pops Brought out the Drac' and switch for the Glock I'm goin' up and I'm raising my stocks Kick down the door, I ain't talkin' SWAT Gang in the trap and we gon' roll Ain't talkin' fishing but I keep a pole I'm too real, can't get exposed Come get your bitch, she done already chose Don't give a fuck, we steppin' on toes Breakin' down 'bows and bringin' in loads Stackin' up cash and knockin' down hoes We gotta stick to the program SI diamonds, your shit don't dance Iced out look like a snowman When I buss' the chop', I shoot with two hands Diamond hair blonde like Lindsay Lohan Brand new Glizzy, this shit won't jam Disrespect gang, we cut off both hands Niggas all talk, yeah, they should wear a muzzle Gettin' this money just a piece of the puzzle Stackin' my chips up, not talkin' Ruffles Two twin Glocks, think I'm seein' double Let it off three times, shoot me a Russell You get zero when I triple double Fuckin' that bitch, cross her off the schedule Too many lines, I'm sippin' a lecture You sippin' fake drank, I can tell by the texture He said he tied, this .40, it'll stretch 'em [Outro] Gang (Tripp3 on the beat)