Trap Inda Trees

Lyrics

Hey get in here teejmadeit [Intro] Mothafuckin, its 2:01 It's goop Yeah I knew that ho was comin' like that [Verse] I ain't with that foo shit, so I don't care about no rap Whole time I been gettin' paid, no cap Know we step on they ass, no Kappa, no dappin Nigga, fuck a diss song, no rap, we rap 'em Let my patna' serve 'em, why you run off and get tackled? I ain't doin' shit but tryna put 'em on a channel I ain't doin' shit but puttin' broads in a Phantom Move the trap out of state, servin' bars in Atlanta And no we don't care 'bout yo fuckin' bandana I can drop a bag and get you hit by a random We do niggas bad and ain't shit put on camera I can whip it on the stove like it's [?] Totin' Glizzy with a dick, tryna hit, that's a dirty stick She was askin' for some dick, I tried to give the ho some Percocet Shoota's on my team, I dropped em off, he ain't workin' yet Buy that ho some Wendy's, what the fuck is a Birkin bag? My lil' bro'll walk you down in some Cortez's Did some shhh, then pulled up where the church at Whippin' eagle's, turn this bitch into a bird nest Your lil' jewelry ain't even my merch bag Okay, back to that gangsta shit, what y'all wan' do? They come through tryna hit, then we spin sum too But I doubt they'll spin 'cause they know what we do Know this Draco a wolf, we tryna get a nigga chewed Turned the telly to a strip club, bad bitches nude I want the rich, get out the hood hoes, the sad bitches too I don't care about shit but my daughter and my shoes Know we beat niggas blue, leave 'em drunk like he booze Let me ask, have you ever did a hit at a crew? Make them niggas take off when that Crown Vic move Make them niggas try to skip out of town when we shoot He gon' die if I get pissed, so be glad I been cool I get drugs everywhere, niggas know I attract it Finna leave Miami, hit the city, get active Yeah, I cut my dreads off, this shit deeper than rappin' Yeah, I come by myself, I don't need a assassin Couple niggas playin' pussy, some shit I can't believe Bitch askin' where I'm at, bitch, I'm recording with teej And we stalkin' at your crib, bitch, you better not leave 'Cause you'll end up swimmin', you playin' shit like bleach This a stolo, no screech Park the hotbox around the corner, then creep Opps in that store, I'm tryna see what they can eat 762's or these .223's Stick with the string, this a ARP No time to play, I'ma shoot what I see No tuckin' chains, you won't take 'em off me All of these birds, I could trap in the trees