Out Da Trap

I had to run me up a check spent to much time up in the trap
All the .40's in the world and my lul brother got a Mac
Took some time without the stu but now I'm bout to double back
All my niggas in the stu and everybody got a gat
Brodie want a pump I told him go and get a Choppa next
We gone load it up with 50 cause its really chopping necks
We gone see em when we see em we not bout to send a text
Tell you niggas everyday that we not beefing with the rats

Only staying with the reapers and you niggas really see why
She see you wanna be me now your bitch she wanna be mine
The junkies in the trap they like some bees up in a beehive
She like to suck me up so I just told her wear some knee highs
You flexing on the gram you niggas never gonna see mine
Niggas Snitching on themselves these niggas hotter than a deep-fry
I gotta keep it on the shelf cause I cant let a nigga get mine
You come in here its like a one way niggas not about to get back

Went to the west started working now I got a cali beat
Put me ona show I bet a hunnit People come and see me
You know they looking at me cause I got the one of one Devinni
I know I'm only one but niggas got a hunnit coming with me
Had to get my OG fully auto cause he had a semi
Thinking bout another million while my son was watching blippi
Smoking so much pressure it be feeling like my lungs be ripping
Mother sticked up got a 33 I call it scottie pippin

Niggas on the west with endless hunnits so they think I'm cripping
Legal HQL I brought it with me incase niggas tripping
Rolling up the louie Brodie in the cut you know he sipping
Hunnit ona Dash in HOV the police wasn't tripping
Started going out cause in the house a nigga in his feelings
Ask me where I'm at don't worry bout it bout to handle business
Gave your bitch some dick and now she ona date she reminiscing
Never told you nothing wrong so niggas better fucking listen

Ain't never had to scam to get paid that shit played out
It's 4am who knocking at the door I'm bout to air it out
it hit him in the leg the nigga folded told him walk it out
You geeking for the streets so you gone see what that whole life about
The only thing that I can tell you nigga never run your mouth
You trapping where you stay you better have a Choppa in the couch

I had to run me up a check spent to much time up in the trap
All the .40's in the world and my lul brother got a Mac
Took some time without the stu but now I'm bout to double back
All my niggas in the stu and everybody got a gat
Brody want a pump I told him go and get a Choppa next
We gone load it up with 50 cause its really chopping necks
We gone see em when we see em we not bout to send a text
Tell you niggas everyday that we not beefing with the rats