Look Inside Da Trap
Ride around pistol in the trunk we on the south side
With some hoes always run they mouth they keep they mouth wide
40 cal bullet in the eagle nigga look inside
Baggin up qp's in the trap is where I reside
Try to run up on me nigga you in for a big surprise
Put them hollows deep up in yo stomach make yo mama cry
Yeah I love the gun violence
Yeah I love when ops die
40 it got no silence
Put a red beam on yo eye
AR-15s he want the AK47
My gun sing like the choir send yo pussy ass to heaven
I came with 30 bullets 15 in the Mac 11
We killed that nigga brother ain't no point in even stressin
I still pray to god I gotta thank god for my blessings
I'm ridin in that van with bout four convicted felons
Gang around yo bitch is she gon fuck it ain't no tellin
The cops lookin for weed I say I don't know what you smellin
I'll shoot a nigga with a smile on my face
I bust at the ops and came through with a glock so yo homie got shot in the face
I'm flexin a lot and I'm duckin the cops ain't no way that you catchin this raf
I walk in the mall cause the money is tall I got 3500 out chase
Baggin up narcotics
Ion carry wallets
Trappin hard n hittin stains that's how I got my profit
You be actin funny
Cause you don't got no money
Take a look inside my cup same color easter bunny
Boolin with my team black money Records
I got niggas in that black and red look like a game of checkers
Try to run up on me put that nigga on a stretcher
You think you robbin me I light yo ass up like some sketchers
With some hoes always run they mouth they keep they mouth wide
40 cal bullet in the eagle nigga look inside
Baggin up qp's in the trap is where I reside
Try to run up on me nigga you in for a big surprise
Put them hollows deep up in yo stomach make yo mama cry
Yeah I love the gun violence
Yeah I love when ops die
40 it got no silence
Put a red beam on yo eye
AR-15s he want the AK47
My gun sing like the choir send yo pussy ass to heaven
I came with 30 bullets 15 in the Mac 11
We killed that nigga brother ain't no point in even stressin
I still pray to god I gotta thank god for my blessings
I'm ridin in that van with bout four convicted felons
Gang around yo bitch is she gon fuck it ain't no tellin
The cops lookin for weed I say I don't know what you smellin
I'll shoot a nigga with a smile on my face
I bust at the ops and came through with a glock so yo homie got shot in the face
I'm flexin a lot and I'm duckin the cops ain't no way that you catchin this raf
I walk in the mall cause the money is tall I got 3500 out chase
Baggin up narcotics
Ion carry wallets
Trappin hard n hittin stains that's how I got my profit
You be actin funny
Cause you don't got no money
Take a look inside my cup same color easter bunny
Boolin with my team black money Records
I got niggas in that black and red look like a game of checkers
Try to run up on me put that nigga on a stretcher
You think you robbin me I light yo ass up like some sketchers
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Writer(s): Yvng Aj & Playboi Ceno
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