Who TF Up in My Trap

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

(Think we found a loophole)

Mmm, uh, mmm, mmm

Fuck up in my trap

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck is in my trap, man?

Who the fuck? Ayy (Ayy)

Who the fuck outside my trap? Say he wanna cop a gram

Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down

We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound

You don't have to be accurate when you got a hundred rounds (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground

We got a hundred shots, I bet his body drop, I made him milly rock

I'm servin' beef up in this bitch like Philly, sauce soon as we get the drop

Put one up in the head before I do the dirt, ain't gotta cop

Them choppa bullets rip the dread's bloods, leakin' on his locks

We shot at shit, you know I'm General

We don't care where you at, bitch, you know we finish you

They say, "Lil' choppa bring what?" All them **** know it's you

So don't you hop up in my car, 'cause you know it's murder fool, yeah, yeah

Catch me in the trap with two Dracos up in my lap (Ayy)

And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crack like Bobby Brown (Ayy)

I had a shootout, seen his body drop, I can't lie, that shit was really fun

I don't know about you thugs (Brrt), but I really love my guns (Brrt)

You see this twenty-six? It got a switch and it can hold a drum

Play a Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's red rum

Tryna sell Choppa a strap? Ayy, he gon' take your gun

He seen me out and tried to give me dabs, I slapped him wit' my palm

I blow exotic dope, exotic gas, you know it keep me calm (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We never stoppin', crashin' out until we see the police come

He seen me, got to shakin', so I know that **** scared of us

Left blood up on the scene, but I don't think the scene was red enough

So we spinned again and dropped his partner while I used the same gun

He ain't make it to the doctor, bitch, it's DOA up in this gun

Did the drill, changed the barrel, ain't no case up on this gun

I dropped the opp, I made him twirl, it's ballerinas with this gun

Who the fuck outside my trap? Say he wanna cop a gram

Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down

We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound

You don't have to be accurate when you got a hundred rounds (A whole hundred)

Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah

****, NLE the Top Shotta

I bet I pop him, bet I send him to the doctor, bitch (Who the?)

Huh, yeah, you know we on my shotta shit

And it ain't no politics

Bruh, you get jumped quick (Who the fuck is? Who the fuck is?)

Uh, ain't no cap

(Who the fuck is? Who the fuck is?)

(Fuck is, who the fuck is?)