Trap Goin Up
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Yeah, I'm most incredible, at runnin revenue
Sorry to say, they kickin' the door today we goin federal
bad bitches, I got several
Can switch up the day of the week Still ain't made no radio song, my target audience the streets
CPN my trap shit get too hot
Break the lease,
stains flockin, geese put on of my lil' niggas on they feet
Give em' a taste of motion, he new to this shit had to coach em
Zaza keep me focused, I be chain smokin
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Got the trap goin' up, daily
If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have
my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Ain't got time for romance, my trap jumpin', girl, just drop your pants
My demons say they wanna dance, fuck round stick out my hand
Zaza, man, they sellin' brown, duji, never been to France
See M&M's before the stans, like, fuck the tags, just tell the clerk to scan
She heard that I'm the plug, she wanna fuck me soon the shop close
Niggas flexin', big bro money, ain't too hard to spot those
Make a ten off a play I made, just take a bitch to Chachos
It's like a nervous tic, I gotta itch, can't leave these bags alone
It's on the flow, I see red, can't stop, I'm on go
You broke, I'll buy your ho, they know my name in all the stores
I keep my business close, who can I trust? I just don't know
Yeah, no fast break, we run plays all day, you guessed it, I'm the coach
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes wanna have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Got the trap goin' up, daily
If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes wanna have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Yeah, I'm most incredible, at runnin revenue
Sorry to say, they kickin' the door today we goin federal
bad bitches, I got several
Can switch up the day of the week Still ain't made no radio song, my target audience the streets
CPN my trap shit get too hot
Break the lease,
stains flockin, geese put on of my lil' niggas on they feet
Give em' a taste of motion, he new to this shit had to coach em
Zaza keep me focused, I be chain smokin
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Got the trap goin' up, daily
If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes want have
my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Ain't got time for romance, my trap jumpin', girl, just drop your pants
My demons say they wanna dance, fuck round stick out my hand
Zaza, man, they sellin' brown, duji, never been to France
See M&M's before the stans, like, fuck the tags, just tell the clerk to scan
She heard that I'm the plug, she wanna fuck me soon the shop close
Niggas flexin', big bro money, ain't too hard to spot those
Make a ten off a play I made, just take a bitch to Chachos
It's like a nervous tic, I gotta itch, can't leave these bags alone
It's on the flow, I see red, can't stop, I'm on go
You broke, I'll buy your ho, they know my name in all the stores
I keep my business close, who can I trust? I just don't know
Yeah, no fast break, we run plays all day, you guessed it, I'm the coach
Got the trap goin' up, daily If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes wanna have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
Got the trap goin' up, daily
If the convo wasn't bout cash, my memory hazy
I'm way too wavy, half these hoes wanna have my baby
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is in the Navy
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Writer(s): Evan Thomas
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