Trap Phone
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Been with the gang and we toting them poles
2016 we ain't trusting a soul
Remember them times all on my own
I can do bad all on my own
Trust no bitch, I trust my chrome
In love with the money, ain't loving these hoes
After I fuck bitch take me home
Wanna fuck me bitch fuck my bro
Wanna fuck me bitch fuck my gang
Ice on me you see my chain
Off these beans you see my shade
She gone go off of my name
Pussy weak you get erased
Heart on froze just like my chain
She gone go off of my name
She gone go off of the fame
Shit get nasty off of Henny
Shooters on go they come in with me
I blow they blow they shooting with me
Hop out and roll we shooting semis
Aim for his nose we tryna hit him
Straight to the dome we had to end him
We taking souls we gotta get him
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Do it for O, do it for J
Long live Geno, we do it for eight
Free all my guys that's in that cage
Fuck all the opps they just be in the way
Kina K step all on they grave
You can get stretched speaking on that name
Team no lack or you get banged
Team no lacking don't get smoked
Since I was young been toting poles
They envy me and do the most
Don't speak on me or make a post
Bitch we can meet so what you on
Throw shade on me I love the hate
Big paper on me I'm moving weight
Throw shade on me I love the hate
Big paper on me I'm moving weight
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Been with the gang and we toting them poles
2016 we ain't trusting a soul
Remember them times all on my own
I can do bad all on my own
Trust no bitch, I trust my chrome
In love with the money, ain't loving these hoes
After I fuck bitch take me home
Wanna fuck me bitch fuck my bro
Wanna fuck me bitch fuck my gang
Ice on me you see my chain
Off these beans you see my shade
She gone go off of my name
Pussy weak you get erased
Heart on froze just like my chain
She gone go off of my name
She gone go off of the fame
Shit get nasty off of Henny
Shooters on go they come in with me
I blow they blow they shooting with me
Hop out and roll we shooting semis
Aim for his nose we tryna hit him
Straight to the dome we had to end him
We taking souls we gotta get him
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Do it for O, do it for J
Long live Geno, we do it for eight
Free all my guys that's in that cage
Fuck all the opps they just be in the way
Kina K step all on they grave
You can get stretched speaking on that name
Team no lack or you get banged
Team no lacking don't get smoked
Since I was young been toting poles
They envy me and do the most
Don't speak on me or make a post
Bitch we can meet so what you on
Throw shade on me I love the hate
Big paper on me I'm moving weight
Throw shade on me I love the hate
Big paper on me I'm moving weight
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
Trap, phone, no they won't leave me alone
I'm back to the old me, no they can't control me
I get money low key, I get the money I'm gone
Gotta get money I'm grown, I be out late on my own
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Writer(s): Derrick Campbell Jr
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