Look, I'm calling this the trap flow

GPS tracker on my ankle

Still at the crib whippin' at my nan's stove

The Glock didn't come with-

I made this rubber handle

It gives less of a kick when I slap it at an angle

I need a brick press

With a Str8Drop stamp for when I trample on 'em

I push blades in chests and I do it often

Me and them are not alike

All I see is block oppers

Sharing opps means less off of nothin'

Still can 'old copper

Look shooker oh this breddah shoulda' 'old my strap

She ain't ever 'olding dick but she can 'old these packs

I don't re-up in no taxi, got my whip re-mapped

Fuck a stash spot I'd rather make this iPhone clap

Bicarb makes the cocaine dance

Bro can't flex if he owes me bands, you cunt

Bro, I slap on tax

If not, bro, I slap on blacks

Talk's long, I'll get your section crashed

I used to batter rentals, now I'm blacklisted

Still tell 'em that it rented but I copped this bitch

Nothing less than 35 and you can cop this brick

I'm next up, gives a m star wouldn't snap this in

Been 6 years and I'm still hating old Chris

Back then I was beating 20's out of Boland's

Luke still stinks like he ain't washed since '010

His mum smokes crack too

Both on joke ting

Mo thinks a 2 by 2's forty 'cause he brings drinks

Can't lie the tennis kinda worth it cah that phone stinks

Your phone's dead 'cause your crack ain't got coke in

Would have put D on, but he can't out his nose ting

Dropped so many zeds, still my stack don't match

If I fell off, I got plugs I can put in place fast

Stole the Roley where to flex it was if I go brass

I could swap it for a brick and hit the strip and go mad

Yo

Little rats got my olds hottest taken down yeah?

'Old this one

(Rrrah)

Check, I'm calling this my trap flow

I was getting busy in the bando

While you was out flexing for a daft hoe

I was cookin' dumpling

He's pissed cause his bitch knows we does this

She'll risk it for one night of fuckery

I call that bitch my trap hoe

Her ex get trappy, but it's cap tho

She knew when she seen all these trap notes

Gotta watch your man rap, bro

And you think that you've gotta run tapped, bro

Look, I got this AirBnB for a month

Told bro I'm hands off but this crack getting cooked

Love it when I get the call that the packs nearly up

Ain't no standard line, bro, this trap phone's nuts

No clutch in this bitch, only drive DSG's

Got this mileage blocked

I don't buy Caddies

Came from a Corsa

Now they ask if it's leased

Jack boys are upset

Trying to find where I sleep

Really put in shifts, me and Darts in that red ting

Green and the mid still fucked if the feds spin

Bro can drive, but me I'm on a next ting

Smoking X5's, round stocky ain't a dead ting

Hitting 120's while I'm tryna push my pebs up

Forced in my sim

Dropped the box, Benz get hugged

Pilot sports, bro, it grips when the feds come

Been on the run while they're telling me I'm next

Got my covid mask 'cause of face recognition

Can't book me for shows that's dumb, not slippin'

Tell 'em keep that bag, I make more off of a kitchen

Cook, crack hotels then, bro goes missing

Feds keep taking cars that's a trap boy tac'

So we insure cats in shitters when bands

Bro, I'm done with dingers, need a 4-door Lamb'

I ain't pushin' p, bro, I'm pushing packs