Midnight Trap

First car I owned was an 04 ford
So I'll be god damned if I don't die in a foreign
Working everyday cause right now I can't afford it
In a couple years imma trade two of my doors in
Used to dream of buying
Every shoe up in stash house
I could cop a few if I move a couple half pounds
Older and I grew gotta watch for them rats now
Fashion sense new only care about a bag now

Fashion sense new only care about the tags now
I'm toe tagging every beat but there's no need to brag now
I let my work speak and my work is such a loudmouth
Went shopping with Scooch and he got the newest bag out
Had to bring them bags out we just got 'em from the stashouse
Call Scooch Ai and me I'm Jerry Stack-house
We always smoke the pack out
Lumberjack'n trees catch me with my axe out

In the Bronx I hail a cab down
Eat Italian food with the crew on Arthur ave now
Drinking Ace outta the bottle til I black out
Crossed up the beat and laid it up to Stack-house
If you ain't talking bout that CREAM then fuck you talk'in 'bout

Ooh
Baby come jump in my ride
No you cannot bring your friend 'cause I only got two seats inside
Start at the bottom like roots
Chef Will I get all the loot
She blowing out l the smoke, just like she playing the flute
My wrist got the frost, I'm never 'gon flake
I'll give you the code, dial it in on the gate
Young nigga from the burbs, not familiar with the hood
But that's where my plug reside, so I stay up on that good
I got the tricks like I'm Potter, almost 21 the drinks I will slaughter
Cash swimming Michael Phelps, eyes low just like they need a belt
Get your weight up or you'll fall, I'm just waiting on my call
See them etching in my name, just like they doing the stars
Overseas, I had to cross the border
I just say the magic word the plug he take my order
I want nothing less then a quarter
Pull up and hop out if you really rocking a corner we can start it in the morning



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Writer(s): Mathew Carloto
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