Trap Luv (feat. Yo Gotti)

I'm in a jungle

Land of tigers, and gorillas, and ****

There's a lot of monkey **** out here too

Yeah, how to hustle ****

Rules, long stretch

Ten million dollars later, I'm a blessing

How a **** wish we're still stressing

Glock .40, Smith & Wesson

Streets'll never, ever stop testing

Youngun give 'em a head shot, send a message

Part rapper, part goons, they're finessing

I believe in her song

With love now, in this ****, kill 'em all if they don't **** with us

Them three letters mean a lot, boy

Sacrifices, mafia, double check the prices

Killin' **** like they got a license

Crossing over like they Alan Iverson

Till that 4-6, they be dranking

I'm 'bout to get a beeper, fade to black on

Got it, good night, I'm gone

I'll be back when they quit livin' through phones

When **** put the Gram down and pick the grams up

You got followed for no dollars, man, that **** addin' up

Nah, and all the dirt I done

All the bricks I sold

I can't sleep at night, paranoid at shows

I be strapped on stage, **** the awards show

'Cause I shoot this **** up, and only God knows, yeah

Ridin' gold rims and they mama poor

And they kill a family member for that envelope

I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores

We flip pies to franchise and the dominos

I speak for dope boys, every track I'm on

Until this day, my people never ratted too

Close to twenty in, I'm talkin' Fed pen

That line between us both have gained so very thin

Amongst my boys, I W-E-B the boys

Souls of black folk, to hustle wasn't a choice

Rap game, everybody skimming off the top

Interest as long as you pullin' off the lot

On 'em, **** haters wanna hate

Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan

Double M, no longer that Buick Regal money

Nickel bag, so don't make me put a kilo on it

Negotiating for it or even we take it

Leavin' **** in they **** cadence

Fell out with some people that I still love

I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood

I remember countin' cash, standing in the trap

I turn my hat to the back, had a hunnid stacks

Sixty M's, later, it 300 test

I'm still losin' weight with the self on my back

I pray you play by the rules

I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules

I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by these rules

We came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules

Ain't no mercy out here

It's the jungle, old school

I pray you rich forever

Gotti, I pray you rich forever

Alright, I pray you rich forever

Smokin' and you vibin' it

I pray you rich forever, man