No 9 To 5 (feat. Quincee)

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood

Hustle in my heart

You was tryna get restricts

I was cookin' hard

Bitch, I'm really from the bricks

Life was really hard

RIP that ****, Sticks

And my brother Shard

I got trap in my blood

Trap in my veins

It bring a lot of money

But it bring a lot of pain

This shit bring so much pain

That it make me wanna sing

This shit bring so much pain

That it make we wanna sing

Ain't no none give me shit but the trap

I'm talkin' 'bout that fish scale, I'm talkin' 'bout crack

I done had good weed, and I done had bap

Real trap **** never scared to go get it

Might put it on my tongue, but I can't sniff it

One zip, two cup, come back jiffy

If you snort powder, then I fell like you crooked

I used to wear church shirts, thought it was a Dickey

Teacher know I smoke ports, walk by sniffin'

I could take some broke dope, bring it back quickly

I still rock Polos, sometimes Givenchy

I don't think they could take trap out your blood

Even if they could, leave mine where it was

Leave it where it's at, bitch, I need that sack

I'ma be like Juice WRLD, die with that pack

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

Bitch, this shit real

Trappin' a disease

When I ain't got no work, bitch

I don't wanna eat

When I ain't got no dope

I'm waitin' on it, I can't sleep

When I ain't got no dope

My bitch say my period on, no bleed

Period on, no bleed

Period on, no blood

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, bitch, I need eight plugs

On eight different drugs

Trap the only way I know

Fuck a semi-truck

They sayin' go legit

If that shit was that easy

Why you ain't did it, bitch?

A washed up bitch can't tell Fish shit

Street ****, good credit, but I don't credit shit

I don't even want your ho, she tryna credit this dick

You don't like diamonds, but I still go to Mitch

We the Fishscale family, not a gang, not a clique

I don't know how to throw signs

I know how to weigh vicks

That bitch could be 9.95

Fuck it, that's a brick

The T is for try it, don't ever give up

The R is for run that shit all the way up

The A is for all the hoes now you can fuck

The P is for probably cash out on the dub

When you cash out on a muhfuckin' dub

You have really became the fuckin' plug

Yes, you have really became the damn plug

I don't give a damn what it is or was

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five

I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine to five

Can't work no nine to five