The Trap
Aye
Aye
Damn damn damn
It's Duchess, again
And another one
Ho
Mmm mmm mmm
Ho
And another one (ho)
Ho
Let's go
Fuck cops, bitch
Where were you when I was on the corner? (huh?)
I wasn't selling pussy
Bitch, I'm serving quarters (bitch)
Crossing state borders
Dropping off a couple orders
My man's watching
For them white and black Explorer's
Catch me posted in the trap
Don't forget I'm strapped
Waiting on the pack
I'm the one who kept the hood strapped
Every week, dropped off straps in a book bag
Keep two, sell the rest
Ooh, I love his black MAC
Motherfucker jet black
Sweep you under door mats
When they see the racks
They try to short the sack
Shoot him when he circle back
He ain't coming back
Oh, you got a problem now, bitch?
You know where I'm at
Have you running for your life
Out of breath, cardiac
Tryna run her off
Shoot you in the back, spinal tap
Sit back
Cup of Henny, Special Cognac
Thinking of a minor set back for a comeback
Motherfuckers see me in a mix, I draw back
I'm something like a quickie bitch, I bust fast
Don't try me out for fun, I keep guns like a pack rat
Got the trap jumping, while you bitches shakin' ass
In the club, gettin' one's, make 'em last (aye)
Bitch, I'm standing with the racks on me
Big strap on me, bitch
Big facts, bitch (bitch)
Where ya at, bitch? (bitch)
Think fast, bitch (bitch)
The trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop, bitch
Ain't afraid to make the block hot, bitch
'Bout to turn up on an opp block
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop, bitch
Ain't afraid to make the block hot, bitch (bitch)
'Bout to turn up on an opp block
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
Aye
Aye
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (mmm mmm mmm)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop, bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
'Bout to turn up on an opp block
Where were you when I was in the kitchen? (hey)
Making shit reappear like I'm a magician
Whip it up, whip it up (whip it, whip it)
Let that shit set
Bitch, I do this
I ain't fucked it up yet
I be hustling
Better than your man's
I don't move a muscle
He do hand to hand's
He got a few hundred
Bitch, I got them bands (cash)
And I would never ever ever give your man a chance, bitch
No cap, we running
You just be stunting
Keep a hundred
Your time is through
It ain't coming
Got the juice, Minute Maid
You get played, arcade
I'm a upgrade
Play with me, you need first aid
Oh, I guess you really didn't know
I'm the little bitch who took your homie out like a loan (boom-boom)
He keep testing me, he on death row
I be getting to it, stings blowing up my phone (hello?)
Shoot that ass like a free throw
Pull an act like I'm R.I.C.O.
Bitch
Bitch
Turn the trap to a hot spot
Get your service
Keep the door locked
Crack a window
Bitches hot box
Stay watching, but fuck the cops, bitch
We watching with the Night Hawk, bitch (boom-boom)
Don't ask me shit about shit
I don't cross top
On your block like a road block
Get out do my gun walk (boom-boom)
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Bitch
It's Duchess
Fuck cops, bitch
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (boom-boom)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop (boom-boom)
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
'Bout to turn up on an opp block (fuck cops, bitch)
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (aye)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot (bitch)
Aye
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (pop)
The trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (bap-bap-bap-bap)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
Fuck cops, bitch
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
The trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Damn damn damn
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
Trap
Trap
Aye
Damn damn damn
It's Duchess, again
And another one
Ho
Mmm mmm mmm
Ho
And another one (ho)
Ho
Let's go
Fuck cops, bitch
Where were you when I was on the corner? (huh?)
I wasn't selling pussy
Bitch, I'm serving quarters (bitch)
Crossing state borders
Dropping off a couple orders
My man's watching
For them white and black Explorer's
Catch me posted in the trap
Don't forget I'm strapped
Waiting on the pack
I'm the one who kept the hood strapped
Every week, dropped off straps in a book bag
Keep two, sell the rest
Ooh, I love his black MAC
Motherfucker jet black
Sweep you under door mats
When they see the racks
They try to short the sack
Shoot him when he circle back
He ain't coming back
Oh, you got a problem now, bitch?
You know where I'm at
Have you running for your life
Out of breath, cardiac
Tryna run her off
Shoot you in the back, spinal tap
Sit back
Cup of Henny, Special Cognac
Thinking of a minor set back for a comeback
Motherfuckers see me in a mix, I draw back
I'm something like a quickie bitch, I bust fast
Don't try me out for fun, I keep guns like a pack rat
Got the trap jumping, while you bitches shakin' ass
In the club, gettin' one's, make 'em last (aye)
Bitch, I'm standing with the racks on me
Big strap on me, bitch
Big facts, bitch (bitch)
Where ya at, bitch? (bitch)
Think fast, bitch (bitch)
The trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop, bitch
Ain't afraid to make the block hot, bitch
'Bout to turn up on an opp block
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop, bitch
Ain't afraid to make the block hot, bitch (bitch)
'Bout to turn up on an opp block
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
Aye
Aye
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (mmm mmm mmm)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop, bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
'Bout to turn up on an opp block
Where were you when I was in the kitchen? (hey)
Making shit reappear like I'm a magician
Whip it up, whip it up (whip it, whip it)
Let that shit set
Bitch, I do this
I ain't fucked it up yet
I be hustling
Better than your man's
I don't move a muscle
He do hand to hand's
He got a few hundred
Bitch, I got them bands (cash)
And I would never ever ever give your man a chance, bitch
No cap, we running
You just be stunting
Keep a hundred
Your time is through
It ain't coming
Got the juice, Minute Maid
You get played, arcade
I'm a upgrade
Play with me, you need first aid
Oh, I guess you really didn't know
I'm the little bitch who took your homie out like a loan (boom-boom)
He keep testing me, he on death row
I be getting to it, stings blowing up my phone (hello?)
Shoot that ass like a free throw
Pull an act like I'm R.I.C.O.
Bitch
Bitch
Turn the trap to a hot spot
Get your service
Keep the door locked
Crack a window
Bitches hot box
Stay watching, but fuck the cops, bitch
We watching with the Night Hawk, bitch (boom-boom)
Don't ask me shit about shit
I don't cross top
On your block like a road block
Get out do my gun walk (boom-boom)
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Bitch
It's Duchess
Fuck cops, bitch
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (boom-boom)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop (boom-boom)
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
'Bout to turn up on an opp block (fuck cops, bitch)
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (aye)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot (bitch)
Aye
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (pop)
The trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop (bap-bap-bap-bap)
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
Fuck cops, bitch
Trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
The trap the only thing I'm tryna make pop
Damn damn damn
Ain't afraid to make the glock pop
Ain't afraid to make the block hot
Trap
Trap
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Writer(s): Dee Duchess, Diana Ellmers
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