Up
I'm sippin on wok real fancy
Nigga get popped tryna take it
Gelato backwood I face it
I'm in the trap nigga daily
I'm sipping on lean I'm sick
This pint got me stuck like a pick
32 coming up free the jits
We just go up like a blimp
I'm sippin on wok real fancy
Nigga get popped tryna take it
Gelato backwood I face it
I'm in the trap nigga daily
I'm sipping on lean I'm sick
This pint got me stuck like a pick
32 coming up free the jits
We just go up like a blimp
Aye, I be smoking on big dope
Gassed up nigga might choke
700 32 no joke
My niggas slide like a slope
Come in my hood and yo ass get jack
Chains on yo neck watch yo shit get snatched
Reach for this chain put yo ass in the pass
This gun in my hand nigga don't get whacked
15 I was running from 12
Kicking doors spinning blocks by the Bell
Glock 40 send that nigga to hell
Get put in a box nigga like some mail
Facing 4 g's out a Wood I'm chiefing
9th grade had the Glock in my Dickies
Blicky with me in the field like a nome
I'm off this cookie this shit got me gone
I'm in the trap I'm up
I'm in the trap I'm up
Double cup lean I'm stuck
Glock 40 shoot like the bucks
I'm in the trap I'm chilling
Chillin toting this steel
Run up on gang shit get real
Nigga get popped tryna take it
Gelato backwood I face it
I'm in the trap nigga daily
I'm sipping on lean I'm sick
This pint got me stuck like a pick
32 coming up free the jits
We just go up like a blimp
I'm sippin on wok real fancy
Nigga get popped tryna take it
Gelato backwood I face it
I'm in the trap nigga daily
I'm sipping on lean I'm sick
This pint got me stuck like a pick
32 coming up free the jits
We just go up like a blimp
Aye, I be smoking on big dope
Gassed up nigga might choke
700 32 no joke
My niggas slide like a slope
Come in my hood and yo ass get jack
Chains on yo neck watch yo shit get snatched
Reach for this chain put yo ass in the pass
This gun in my hand nigga don't get whacked
15 I was running from 12
Kicking doors spinning blocks by the Bell
Glock 40 send that nigga to hell
Get put in a box nigga like some mail
Facing 4 g's out a Wood I'm chiefing
9th grade had the Glock in my Dickies
Blicky with me in the field like a nome
I'm off this cookie this shit got me gone
I'm in the trap I'm up
I'm in the trap I'm up
Double cup lean I'm stuck
Glock 40 shoot like the bucks
I'm in the trap I'm chilling
Chillin toting this steel
Run up on gang shit get real
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Caldwell
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