Trap

Born in the trap, sworn in the trap
Head first in both arms in the trap
I was just ten getting coins in the trap
I was on ten getting some for the trap
I can make some out of scratch
I can take a sandwich bag and go and get some racks
I can flip a pack, I can lose it all and get it back
I can go and get it I know how to get it back
Percs got me itching and I'm steadily pouring act
I was sixteen when I saw a hundred racks
Quarter million dollars and I'm still in the trap
Back in the day I use to live in the trap
Now me and Tootie Raw in the crib shooting craps
In and out of town tryna run up me a sack
Baby on the line asking when I'm coming back
A whole lotta pounds every time I get with Matt

Was sleeping on the ground now I'm flying in a jet
I was on the grind now it's time to relax
So many times I been stabbed in the back
So many people let me down I can't forget
They weren't around when I was on my dick
They comin' around now they on my dick
She in love with me, she wanna take a pic
Make her nut for me, she wanna make a flick
Roll up for me I'm pouring up some tris
Homicide every time I send a hit
Headshot every time and I don't miss
Every time I call a play it's a blitz
Went from double ups of yay, to some bricks
A hundred pounds in the house fifty sticks
Everybody I'm around with the shits
A hundred rounds make a sound when it kick
Fifty round on the glizzy with the switch
They don't like the fact a nigga really rich
Had to go and get, nobody gave me shit
I had to earn my stripes I'm looking like a pit
Whole lotta ice now I feel like some Cris
Now I'm really lit, remember hitting licks
I remember times I had to hit the fence
I remember helping momma with the rent

Born in the trap, sworn in the trap
Head first in both arms in the trap
I was just ten getting coins in the trap
I was on ten getting some for the trap
I can make some out of scratch
I can take a sandwich bag and go and get some racks
I can flip a pack, I can lose it all and get it back
I can go and get it I know how to get it back
Percs got me itching and I'm steadily pouring act
I was sixteen when I saw a hundred racks
Quarter million dollars and I'm still in the trap
Back in the day I use to live in the trap
Now me and Tootie Raw in the crib shooting craps
In and out of town tryna run up me a sack
Baby on the line asking when I'm coming back
A whole lotta pounds every time I get with Matt

I'm riding in the rolls I was sleeping on a mat
I'm high at the shows, know I keep me some act
Trappin' on live, I'm really too street
Don't at my IG, ion internet beef
I was born in the trap house with a whole key
All the real OG's all the trappers know me
Every time you see my bih my hoe on fleek
Every time you see my bih my hoe on fleek
Every time a nigga trip his dome gone bleed
Every time a nigga trip his soul gone leave
The glock lemon squeeze, every shot hit him clean
AR fifteen with the stock and the beam
All I got is machines
Send the drop, it's a scene
He just got him some wings
Send a opp to the king
I got rich off serving feins

Born in the trap, swore in the trap
Head first in both arms in the trap
I was just ten getting coins in the trap
I was on ten getting some for the trap
I can make some out of scratch
I can take a sandwich bag and go and get some racks
I can flip a pack, I can lose it all and get it back
I can go and get it I know how to get it back
Percs got me itching and I'm steadily pouring act
I was sixteen when I saw a hundred racks
Quarter million dollars and I'm still in the trap
Back in the day I use to live in the trap
Now me and Tootie Raw in the crib shooting craps
In and out of town tryna run up me a sack
Baby on the line asking when I'm coming back
A whole lotta pounds every time I get with Matt



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Writer(s): Thomas Morgan
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