Turnt Up Ty - Trap Class Lyrics

Welcome to Trap Class
Teach ya how to make the bread fast
Teach ya how to make the feds mad
Teach ya how to get the big racks
I went to yale to pick up a scale
No need for a teacher cause I cannot fail
No Ghostrider but I rode through hell
No Ghostwriter did this all by myself
And I don't
Want you
To speak up
Without raising yo hand
Ask and you shall receive
If you're asking for the bands

If not then you better leave
Bitch I make the money dance
Got some tricks under my sleeve
Quite the magician
Im Professor Flex
F*ck all them textbooks
Take a spliff to the head
Don't think you could snitch
Without a bullet filled with lead
On the concrete leave you dead
Talking all that shit
Put a heater to ya head
Bitch I'm from the 6
But if we talking figures
I want 10, yeah

Welcome to Trap Class
Teach ya how to make the bread fast
Teach ya how to make the feds mad
Teach ya how to get the big racks
I went to yale to pick up a scale
No need for a teacher cause I cannot fail
No Ghostrider but I rode through hell
No Ghostwriter did this all by myself
And I don't
Want you
To speak up
Without raising yo hand
Ask and you shall receive
If you're asking for the bands

Lesson one
Don't brag about yo shit
Lesson two
Don't tell a nigga where you went
When you stashed that whole brick
Lesson three
If you smoking tree
Keep it low-key
The smell gone alert all the homies
Lesson four
Camera at the door
Gotta see who's
Coming to the store
Lesson five
If you getting high
Never touch yo own supply
Lesson six
If you got a brick
Break bread with yo whole clique
Lesson seven
Send em straight to heaven
If they try to rob you
Like a biggie coat back in 07
Lesson eight
If they copping weight
Don't ever show them the whole plate
Lesson nine
If you doing time
Don't snitch on niggas thats outside
Lesson ten
You don't need no friends
You need business partners
That can bring the Bens
I ain't talking bout no E Class
I'm talking Big Benjamins
Bars too lethal
Like weapons man
Talking crazy
We got rid of him
Molly wop a nigga
Spin the block to get him
I was spinning spinning
Like a ceiling fan
Don't let a hoe count bands
Thats how money goes missing
Pillow talk till you talk to much
Now 3 niggas in ya kitchen
While you whipping
Glock cock back
Like a piston

Welcome to Trap Class
Teach ya how to make the bread fast
Teach ya how to make the feds mad
Teach ya how to get the big racks
I went to yale to pick up a scale
No need for a teacher cause I cannot fail
No Ghostrider but I rode through hell
No Ghostwriter did this all by myself
And I don't
Want you
To speak up
Without raising yo hand
Ask and you shall receive
If you're asking for the bands