Im in da trap wit like two bad bitches
One cookin dope inda pot
Other one was my dishes
They say to go get it
So im scrappin up da plate
Pull up in a bently or a drop top rafe
Ill sell you whatever you need aslong as you got all the cash
My plug charge more for the keys
So you know i gotta go tax
Double up smokin stuff crust while im gettin to the bag
Run it up buy i want dont worry bout the tag
Run it up run it up
I really had to go get it
Yea
We dont really f*ck wit bruh
He look like the rat in the kitchen
I got that drip when im fishin
You know i only f*ck wit the scale
Hell nah i wont make u no sale
Cause i dont know if you the one thats gunna tell
I say dis drip come from overseas
Ridin round wit dope on me
Fortyfive ride front seat
You chillen wit a real og
Yea my stove dont get no sleep
This bitch wanna gnaw on me
I start my car no key
Killed this beat its r i p
My drip come wit two fees
Balenciagas on my feet
She gon cook my shit
Made 6 bands this week
She turned my dope into crack
Yea
Im in the trap
Wit a sawed off in my lap
Cook up my dope nd get all of it back
Yea yea
Im in da trap wit like two bad bitches
One cookin dope inda pot
Other one was my dishes
They say to go get it
So im scrappin up da plate
Pull up in a bently or a drop top rafe
Ill sell you whatever you need aslong as you got all the cash
My plug charge more for the keys
So you know i gotta go tax
Double up smokin stuff crust while im gettin to the bag
Run it up buy i want dont worry bout the tag
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Im in da trap wit like two bad bitches
One cookin dope inda pot
Other one was my dishes
They say to go get it
So im scrappin up da plate
Pull up in a bently or a drop top rafe
Ill sell you whatever you need aslong as you got all the cash
My plug charge more for the keys
So you know i gotta go tax
Double up smokin stuff crust while im gettin to the bag
Run it up buy i want dont worry bout the tag
Run it up run it up
I really had to go get it
Yea
We dont really f*ck wit bruh
He look like the rat in the kitchen
I got that drip when im fishin
You know i only f*ck wit the scale
Hell nah i wont make u no sale
Cause i dont know if you the one thats gunna tell
I say dis drip come from overseas
Ridin round wit dope on me
Fortyfive ride front seat
You chillen wit a real og
Yea my stove dont get no sleep
This bitch wanna gnaw on me
I start my car no key
Killed this beat its r i p
My drip come wit two fees
Balenciagas on my feet
She gon cook my shit
Made 6 bands this week
She turned my dope into crack
Yea
Im in the trap
Wit a sawed off in my lap
Cook up my dope nd get all of it back
Yea yea
Im in da trap wit like two bad bitches
One cookin dope inda pot
Other one was my dishes
They say to go get it
So im scrappin up da plate
Pull up in a bently or a drop top rafe
Ill sell you whatever you need aslong as you got all the cash
My plug charge more for the keys
So you know i gotta go tax
Double up smokin stuff crust while im gettin to the bag
Run it up buy i want dont worry bout the tag
One cookin dope inda pot
Other one was my dishes
They say to go get it
So im scrappin up da plate
Pull up in a bently or a drop top rafe
Ill sell you whatever you need aslong as you got all the cash
My plug charge more for the keys
So you know i gotta go tax
Double up smokin stuff crust while im gettin to the bag
Run it up buy i want dont worry bout the tag
Run it up run it up
I really had to go get it
Yea
We dont really f*ck wit bruh
He look like the rat in the kitchen
I got that drip when im fishin
You know i only f*ck wit the scale
Hell nah i wont make u no sale
Cause i dont know if you the one thats gunna tell
I say dis drip come from overseas
Ridin round wit dope on me
Fortyfive ride front seat
You chillen wit a real og
Yea my stove dont get no sleep
This bitch wanna gnaw on me
I start my car no key
Killed this beat its r i p
My drip come wit two fees
Balenciagas on my feet
She gon cook my shit
Made 6 bands this week
She turned my dope into crack
Yea
Im in the trap
Wit a sawed off in my lap
Cook up my dope nd get all of it back
Yea yea
Im in da trap wit like two bad bitches
One cookin dope inda pot
Other one was my dishes
They say to go get it
So im scrappin up da plate
Pull up in a bently or a drop top rafe
Ill sell you whatever you need aslong as you got all the cash
My plug charge more for the keys
So you know i gotta go tax
Double up smokin stuff crust while im gettin to the bag
Run it up buy i want dont worry bout the tag
Writer: Joseph Sanchez
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