Wal-Mart Tracky

All you gotta do is tell me it's jumpin' I'll bring the pack there

OT trappin' in a Walmart tracky, This my trap wear

If you got a hundred on you, go up the trap stairs

I'm in the kitchen cookin' up hard in Pyrex glassware

I'm a real trapper, one of a kind, I'm really that rare

You never seen a brick, you go to the booth and then you cap there

I'm stuffin' Robert Bordens in a safe and watch the stack there

Spin the block, no one outside, we circle back there

Stunna turn the switch on the Glock, sound like a Mac there

This 30 round clip with 10 mill, put down a black bear

These hollow tip shells give him piercings, think he at Claire's

A bullet just grazed his mustache, burned off the black hairs

**** ridin' with his stick in the trunk, why is it back there

Trap 30 hours away, bro caught a hat there

Every time bro catch a notch, he tat a black tear

The way the GG's stuck to my hip, is that a tat there

Chipped a lot of up and down, I'ma need a crown, I'm the trap mayor

Trap out a vacant shit, never get raided, I got black neighbours

I'm in the kitchen bakin' soda and pot, packs a pack breaker

Bucktee spoting work and ain't pay, I'm bout to slap Taylor

Opp thot gave a drop on a opp, now we blackmail her

I hit stains and sell whole thangs, that's how I stack paper

Plugs send keys are way, fuck CRA, I'm not a taxpayer

Seven-six-two's hit your spine, it's a backbreaker

Bro, pass me the ball, I'm a fast breaker

You got Chase in my line, let's make fast paper

Ol P.Diddy-ass lil' ****, you a ass taker

Fake-ass, rich-ass ****, you got fake paper

If I fall off right now, I'ma pull a caper

You don't wanna see nobody win, you a fuckin' hater

That weed you tryna sell, ass is hell like the fuckin' Lakers

You wanna know if the weed real za, put it in the paper

If we slide on you with two drakes, can't nobody save you

That lil' money you posted on the gram, ****, you need to save it

Brody caught a body last week, so he had to shave it

They hit his ass with that 10 milli, brody didn't make it

You be postin' **** money, bro, you didn't make it

GTA with this Glock on me, leave his ass wasted

When I ain't have a crib, I used to fuck hoes in the basement

I'll never stop trappin' free Eastside 80s

I'm finna fuck the shit out her let's make a baby

Bro in the kitchen, whippin' up, tryna make a baby

I'll pull up on you right now, you buy two eightys

The reason why I love a Glock it got no safety