Lyrics
(Street)
Let's get it
I buy what I want to buy, nigga
We supply who buy (Bankroll)
(Mondo on the beat)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Grams, trappin', yams, trappin'
Bags, trappin', packs, trappin'
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walked in your trap, spent a 50
All of my whips got a 50
My carbine, they chew on a 50
50s on 50s on 50s
L250, it kickin' (skrrt)
Pull up to the blades, I'm inchin'
You want a bale, then give me the scale
I thumb through the money the quickest
Meet me at the Flying Biscuits
Park straight, not crooked
I heard these fuck niggas snitchin' (fuck)
I know these pussy niggas bitchin' (fuck)
Walk in your trap, fuck you and your strap
If want your shit, I'ma get it
Pussy nigga talkin' beef
Pussy nigga, you know I got it with me (whoo)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Grams, trappin', yams, trappin'
Bags, trappin', packs, trappin'
Walk in your trap and take over your trap (sound great, shit)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over (over)
I got this shit from my brother (brother)
He get this shit from the soda (let's get it)
I put that shit in my motor (okay)
Walk in your trap with a killer (killer)
He want this shit from the dealer (dealer)
He want the shit out the back
He want the shit out the middle (okay)
He want the pack out the back
He want the racks out the mat, look
He want the crack out your lap
He put the strap to your back (okay)
Dope game teachin' 50 ways to get paid
I got J's servin' J's, that's that yay servin' yay, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Walk in your trap and take over your trap (come on, yeah)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Grams, trappin', yams, trappin'
Bags, trappin', packs, trappin'
Walk in your trap and take over your trap (2 Chainz)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over (yeah)
Maison Margiela on sofas (woo)
I graduated from the dope game
Residue on my diploma (tell 'em)
I got that pack on me, don't I? (Don't I?)
I got them racks on me, don't I? (Don't I?)
I got them tabs on me, don't I? (Don't I?)
Barely got room for her number (damn)
Barely got room for another whip
All of your niggas is counterfeit
All of my niggas are with the shit
All of my niggas is killers (killers)
All of your niggas are witnesses, I'm makin' plays (I'm makin' plays)
I said I'm makin' plays, I'm servin' J's
Rockin' my J's (rockin' J's), hm you a beginner (you a beginner)
You a pretender (you a pretender)
You wasn't with us when we in the trenches (nah)
When we in the slums (slums), when we in the ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
If I trade in the Maybach, I could get twenty Camaros (goddamn)
I'm countin' dinero (woo), all-black apparel (yeah)
I fuck on the bitch (bitch), make her keep on her stilettos, yeah (I did)
Walk in the trap and take over that shit (woo, uh)
Walk in the trap and take over that bitch
Grams, bags
Walk in your trap and take over your trap (yeah)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Grams, trappin', yams, trappin'
Bags, trappin', packs, trappin'
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, 1
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