TRAP TALK

Youngin' trapping hard yea i was Pissing off the older buhls
Principals been hated me by 8th Grade i was over school
Tryna stack the money what the Fuck was i sposed to do

Yeah i was the youngin your Mom told you not to talk to
I came from the lying and the Running from the cops too
Had some bluddas died off drugs Ain't had no one to talk to
Ima spill his brains all over make Sure he can't walk to
It's hard to deal with pain when All this shit up in your thoughts too
So much i wanna avoid but i just Gotta walk through
Niggaa plot on murkin me like u Is gonna off who
I'll leave your fuckin face all in The grass like a dogs do
You get jumped no one on one No i ain't do no kung fu
308s or .22s either way ima drop You
My unc was trapping fetty yea we Call that shit dog food
Five years upstate
That's the least that they offered Him
Heard he touched my aunt
And i had dreams about jus offin' Him
If you gon fck w my family you gon Pay the cost for it
I made a rack a week back then When a nigga trapped
Niggas thinking bou running up on Me they ain walking back
Ran up so much in the trap feel Like a fucking running back
Like Trevon Diggs i intercept The bag and run it back
I swear to god this year im Stackin up sum motherfucking Racks
Ima be the fucking greatest i ain't Got no time to slack
Nigga see the rifle, run away, hit Him in his back
And i'm really a trap baby, i was
Raised by niggas cooking crack

Youngin trapping hard yeah i Was pissing off the older buhls
Principals been hated me by 8th Grade i was over school
Tryna stack the money what the Fuck was i supposed to do