Trap Til The Door Fall (feat. Mal & Quill)

Yeah
Black Migo Gang
1'5
Who made this beat? (Jugg)
Beatmonster

I just talked to Mal, he by South Dekalb Mall (Yeah)
In Eastwyck, them young niggas trap 'til the door fall (Trap, trap)
Your partner missing, nigga, and he ain't went AWOL
Put a hundred on him, bury him alive by nightfall (For sure)
I make plays like Snowfall
Who that is? I don't know y'all
You know I'm a crack baby (Yeah)
Scooter like to show off (Scooter like to show off)
Aston, took the doors off (Yeah)
You broke, bitch, you a turnoff (Fuck her)
Pull up in that Benz truck
Lambo' how I burn off (Skrrt)

I be talkin' crazy, I got my racks up (Racks, racks)
Your partner rich, but you ain't got no racks, bruh (Yeah)
Twenty for a show, my prices goin' up (Jugg)
Young Scooter, Yung Mal, ain't nobody real as us (Street)

This that cocaine music for them street niggas
Don't fuck with street punks, we don't compete with niggas
Magic City Monday, we a hundred deep, nigga
Forty racks cash on me, hah, whip that dope, make it pop-lock
Shit come back straight drop, yeah
Fuck 12, block been hot, yeah
Ride with a stick, it's hot, yeah
One in the head, don't cock, hah
Nigga don't want no smoke, boy, stop
Lawyer paid off so the case got dropped
I put a bag on they tater tot
Still wrappin' bricks, bitch, we send 'em out

I just talked to Mal, he by South Dekalb Mall (Yeah)
In Eastwyck, them young niggas trap 'til the door fall (Trap, trap)
Your partner missing, nigga, and he ain't went AWOL
Put a hundred on him, bury him alive by nightfall (For sure)
I make plays like Snowfall
Who that is? I don't know y'all
You know I'm a crack baby (Yeah)
Scooter like to show off (Scooter like to show off)
Aston, took the doors off (Yeah)
You broke, bitch, you a turnoff (Fuck her)
Pull up in that Benz truck (1'5 shit, nigga)
Lambo' how I burn off (East Quill)

Lamborghini
Ride in this bitch, goin' fast, huh (Goin' fast)
Bustdown all on my hands, huh (Bustdown)
Water, splash, dance (Water)
I do this shit for my mans (On God)
Huh, nigga talk shit, get these hands, huh (Get these hands)
Fuckin' that bitch, she a fan, huh
Damn, man (Damn, man)
Too many racks in these goddamn pants (Too many racks)
Hmm, that's crazy (That's crazy)
Eastwyck, Candler Road, 1'5 babies (Eastwyck, Candler)
Hoes at the spot tryna suck on my babies (Hoes at the spot)
Pack came in, breakin' down Haiti (Break down)
Double cup, sippin' on lazy (What?)
One hundred deep, we not doin' no favors (One hundred deep)
New whip, suit it up, two-eighty (New whip)
Cullinan, Mal pull up in Mercedes (On God)

I just talked to Mal, he by South Dekalb Mall (Yeah)
In Eastwyck, them young niggas trap 'til the door fall (Trap, trap)
Your partner missing, nigga, and he ain't went AWOL
Put a hundred on him, bury him alive by nightfall (For sure)
I make plays like Snowfall
Who that is? I don't know y'all
You know I'm a crack baby (Yeah)
Scooter like to show off (Scooter like to show off)
Aston, took the doors off (Yeah)
You broke, bitch, you a turnoff (Fuck her)
Pull up in that Benz truck
Lambo' how I burn off (Skrrt)



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Edward Bailey, Marcus Marsh, Dequillius Boyer, Braud Jamal
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