Trap Do (feat. Rich the Kid)

Walkin' 'round in my Duffy

Pull up on a **** on a muhfucking Huffy

Aye, keep that

We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?

P's go for six, zips go for two

Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you

Thirty hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too, ooh

I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em

He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other ****

He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em

Small forward, show a shooter how to play center

I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner

Smoke get into his lungs, don't want no cancer with him

And I'm condemning all that ho shit 'cause I'm a ****

Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble

Finna buff, I got bottle, we gon' bust somethin'

That ain't fifty out that Glizzy, that's a whole hunnid

My lil' round, poppin' rounds, he do no clutchin'

He got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it

We gon' keep this shit straight like I'm goin' forward

None of my **** don't do snitchin' or no awards

Pistol grippin', he a felon, showin' no remorse

I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brute force

A **** said Lil' Nine snitchin', then who the source?

Trey, Trey, Scottie Pippen when I do tour

I matured, I remember I was immature

Rich ****, I remember I was fuckin' poor

Aye, we could talk numbers, what yo trap do?

P's go for six, zips go for two

Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you

Thirty hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too, ooh

I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em

He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other ****

He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em

Small forward, show a shooter how to play center

I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner

Smoke get into his lungs, don't want no cancer with him

And I'm condemning all that ho shit 'cause I'm a ****

Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble

I'ma show you what that trap do

Finesse a ****, hit 'em with that rabbit food

I run the M's up and they ain't have a clue

I told my bitch I fucked her, she want fuck her too

My young **** pull up, let the choppa loose

But they ain't even catch 'em, they ain't have the proof

Ain't no playin' with my grandma, she know voodoo

I'm still walkin' with a stick, the boss might shoot you

P's go for ten and zips go for three

I'm the fuckin' CEO, so you can talk to me

I can take yo check 'cause he ain't got it right

Yeah, you got the green but you ain't got the white

Aye, we could talk numbers, what yo trap do?

P's go for six, zips go for two

Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you

Thirty hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too, ooh

I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em

He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other ****

He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em

Small forward show a shooter how to play center

I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner

Smoke get into his lungs, don't want no cancer with him

And I'm condemning all that ho shit 'cause I'm a ****

Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble