Back to the Trap

That Range Drop Coming fast
I'm Cruising Through the 6 with a glock on my bitch ass
Come to platinum records yeah you know that shit the Trap
Getting money everyday the only thing that's on my map
All this ice around my neck that shit mean yeah
I took yo hoe and her friend and now they on my team
If anybody want the smoke we got the dracos with the beam
Yeah ok yeah
Everything we do is exclusive
All these niggas talk shit amusing
Pop a xan had me boosted
That loud pack got me zooted
This nigga mad his bitch choosing
All i do is keep shit moving
If they hating that shit is a wrap
When you see me you can't get no dap
Platinum records yeah it ain't no cap
Yeah finessed yo hoe brought that bih back to my trap
Ran a check up just to get me a sack
Pussy nigga talking so he got wacked
Hunnid round roll a nigga he flat
Can't pay for pussy cause it's really a tax
East atlanta put my zone on the map
How the fuck you hating bout a bitch that's a nat
Told yo hoe she really look like a snack
I'm hungry bitch so come and get on my lap
Futurama feeling like i was zap
I fried yo hoe and took her back to my trap
Bend yo bitch and took her back to my trap
I fucked that hoe and took her back to my trap
Lean by the liter
Dump it in the beaker
Whipping up the bowl
Cooking on the stove
Hot centerfold and I'm gonna fuck
She just pulled up on me in a Bentley truck
Dropping off them panties
And I'm dropping dick
Pull up with a hunnid round and a stick
Nigga feeling lucky but he got hit
He got mad cause i really took his bitch
I was on the block posted with the 30
Running in the spot I got dirty
Lean on me and it's high tech
I got yo bitch and she really wet
Back to the trap
Cooking up the dope
Running through the hoe
Lean on the floor
Spilling up the act
I'm back in the trap and that's a fact



Credits
Writer(s): Trabajarie & J Money
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