Inner City Blues

(Aye)
They say we got options
(Yeah)
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga
(Aye)
They say we got options
(Yeah)
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga

Let me get my V off
Exit one thugger boy I'm trenched out
They seen my face, I did the race on the jakes
Boy I dipped out
Swerving lane to lane I push the pace
Hope I did crash out
The way I'm whipping this grain, you'd thought I blacked out
Rob Van Dam off the ropes boy I splashed out
Foot still on they neck until they tap out
Tunnel vision when I slide
Figure skating with the blicky like I'm Debi Thomas
Rahkeem just came home from doing crazy numbers
Forever my brother, hand not shaky when he get to bustin'
Trap, real trap nigga
The way I'm locked in they know I'm up to something
I'm in my bag, and I'm gon' spazz
I fuck yo' bitch if she bad nigga
Sleaze, real sleaze nigga

(Aye)
They say we got options
(Yeah)
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga
(Aye)
They say we got options
(Yeah)
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga
Trap, trap nigga