Bottom of the Trap (feat. Icewear Vezzo & EST Gee)

Man, this rat-ass nigga got whiskers told her, no pictures, nah, I won't kiss her Stopped takin' Percs, I'm a real bad itcher she is a shooter like Curry on the Sixers I got the snow and I'm makin' it blizzard fuck your lil' stove, we came up on blenders Fuck these hoes, these niggas be tender I put a sign on the trap, say, "Enter" I put a switch on the glick I keep a broom like a witch Pulled up on camp, ain't in tents fuck every nigga against I got a thousand, ain't tens I'm makin' thousand attempts Donkey'll knock off your limbs I lifted weight, it ain't gyms I sold an eighthy in Kim's I rode out daily to Slim I got these bricks, I'm makin' it flood look at my wrist, I came from the mud fresh every day like I came from the club I want him whacked, I'm spendin' a dub sell dope all day, crazy, I was Got a lil' wiser, now I got bud dick on the nina, I made it a stud She wanna fuck, right hand on the tub bust on her butt, I took off the rug Fuck all this rap shit, bitch, I'm a plug I'm a real bird man, he want a lug Stepped on whole one, that's what it was I caught a cold one, that's just because Need one wholesome shorty, some love fucked on the girl, now she making me grub I'm a real big dog, he just a cub fuck your cuz, we'll blow in the club I ain't doing no song that's more than a dub all blue slip, nigga, know that we cuz Yeah, gang them Crip, lil' bro and them Blood popped two Percs while I poured the mud I walk shit down like you holding a grudge left wrist dance, it's holding my cut Niggas knowin' you cap and you told to the judge Ice too freezy, take dog chain, he easy ar slap like Meechy's, lil' big blicky Niggas like Ice, you tweaking Rock Diors, not Yeezys Whole neck rocky ho give me head, that's sloppy Icy as fuck, play hocke pint full of molly, never direct for no opps We'll light shit up like Takis never been tight, no back and forth We caught two bodies back and forth Forgis beatin', we crashed the Porsche Olympics gang how I clap that torch Wocky, Quagy, my naps too short I was runnin' up pints back with Act' and Mort's Load up that yop, them 7.62s Rack to back like I'm stackin' quarters rich, of course I was getting crack cocaine on the block, that dope up north Dec was a rat, he showed 'em the trap If he knew the exacts, would've showed 'em the fork I spit the facts, chop with the gadget attached Tryna put on a show for your corpse I had to tax, damn, he was always a liar But told 'em the truth in the courts Ain't no way I'll let 'em get away when we go broad day Y'all be playing 'round with small change, really in my way Two different bricks I gave three separate hits, now it's LeBron James, six now How'd I know? I told him rock his coat to hide his pole Not 'cause it's in style, duck off, I come in town Know how I get down, he tried to run, ain't pull his blick out Knocked his ribs out, you know it's levels Niggas playing 'round with fire 'til they run into the devil 'Cause you talk loud and aggressive, that do not make you a stepper Wanna walk down, be careful, if you trip, you going to heaven All them times that I remember Them fumes got me high from scraping up them extras If it's raw food, you can feel it in the texture 'fore you smell it