Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look, trappers
Every day, man's after the P's like nothing else matters
Had a toolbox with a hundred nails and two fat hammers
Roll and smoke with gang, then I chill out with gang
Or go link up with hatters
Badders
[Verse 2]
I'm a trapper, damn right
Fifty shot, that's a man's, I'll crash that loud
Watch everyone scatter
Bro came fresh out the can
That's hostile's probation and mapper
Still on the block where it's hot
With a mob and the clip come long like a ladder
[Verse 3]
Really tryna turn man ghost
Had the M-10 ringing on volts
I was out there doing ten toes
Tryna scope hoes, I ain't hitting no posts
[Verse 4]
Like tryna put a face on a shirt
And I'll hit it up, boy, where it hurts
Got the four-four long and lurk
Some pussies getting seen by a nurse
[Verse 5]
And let's not talk about grub
I got boxes of ammo if you want that
Crack, watch K Trap whip it all up
[Verse 6]
Watch man, let's slap that MAC off
Jackets and torch, watch you rip it all up
[Verse 7]
That's twenty five shots
'Bout fifteen hits, same weight, that's everything mud
[Verse 8]
Pray the pigs don't walk in the bando
Boy, if they do, that's everything plug
[Verse 9]
This one's for the riders
Drillers and knifers
My circle the tightest
Come for the outsiders
Setbacks are minor
When you whip snow in the pyrex
That's pots, stoves and lighters
Ops on trips with drivers
[Verse 10]
You don't really see me, quit it
In and out of council houses
Baiting out mans estate
Seven-two from a bust
[Verse 11]
Send two with the Q's, that feeling is great
Plus I whip up the full footy
Yeah, man, I'll send a young boy on his way
A **** get paid every day
[Verse 12]
Water whip in the kitch'
This .35's got a kick
We do more than slide and be snip
I stuff more than nine in this clip
Dump four live on your strip
And there's a extra fiver I missed
Tryna turn this man to a brick
Then after, slide in your bitch
[Verse 13]
Pulling up two cars deep
Five door, hatchback and a jeep
Two .44's fill up with teeth
Post down anywhere in the street
This trap shit bringing in P's
And we got our gun game on fleek
That's come for the feds and the op
And any **** tryna plot on LD
[Verse 14]
Gang, gang, gang shit
Sixty
They don't want us to make music like this
Drillers, drillers
They don't want us to be drillers
Free Skeg, free Trap, free Wiggy
**** know
The fuck you feel like, eh?
