Trapped Up

I bet yo trap dont boom like my trap do I'm serving gas to yo people Riding wit pistols like this shit is legal I'm really high bitch I feel like a eagle I'm finna show ya what that money do Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra I'm really running up cheese like a pizza I'm grabbing dat bitch when da pack touch Every nigga round me trapped up You niggas broke run a sack up I got da pistol for back up Pushing up wrong get ya clapped up Dese niggas ain't really feeling me Dese niggas talking bout killing me And these niggas know they ain't as real as me Ain't no real niggas left they dead or in jail He take some from me ima send em to hell 38 baby ain't leaving no shells How u a street nigga ain't got no bail How u a street nigga ain't got no purpose Keep some bread I get money for certain Roll up da rap and I pop me a perky Da drumstick on me like I'm working for church's Got bread on me boy like I work for da deli Ain't got but a ounce but dis shit really smelly Break it down scale it Den ima sell it Got gwap like da bank but I dont know da telly Turn around bitch and come gimme dat melon But I just want noggin before I get belly Da traphouse getting hot but I'm not talking Nelly I want me a bitch just like keisha off belly I bet yo trap dont boom like my trap do I'm serving gas to yo people Riding wit pistols like this shit is legal I'm really high bitch I feel like a eagle I'm finna show ya what that money do Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra I'm really running up cheese like a pizza I'm grabbing dat bitch when da pack touch Every nigga round me trapped up You niggas broke run a sack up I got da pistol for back up Pushing up wrong get ya clapped up Dese niggas ain't really feeling me Dese niggas talking bout killing me And these niggas know they ain't as real as me I gotta get dat bread bitch dat money keep calling A lick for dem bands you know ima stalk em Ima rapper but ima street nigga So for da right price den u know ima off em You trappin out here and you ain't making profit Ones and fives dats all in yo wallet If I hit da plug den I'm calling da socket Da trap like a cradle we got dis bitch rockin Enough aint enough I want my rackz be sloppy And I get a bag while dese niggas mad Fuck nigga cappin aint counting no bands Still wit my day 1 came up from da sand Couple lil niggas ain't stick to da plan Playin it dirty ain't playin they hand Bitch I get booted but ain poppin xans Free all da real niggas down da road laying I bet yo trap dont boom like my trap do I'm serving gas to yo people Riding wit pistols like this shit is legal I'm really high bitch I feel like a eagle I'm finna show ya what that money do Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra I'm really running up cheese like a pizza I'm grabbing dat bitch when da pack touch Every nigga round me trapped up You niggas broke run a sack up I got da pistol for back up Pushing up wrong get ya clapped up Dese niggas ain't really feeling me Dese niggas talking bout killing me And these niggas know they ain't as real as me