Lyrics
Mmm, mmm
Trap we always trapn' Yeah
Trap we always trapn
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Trap we always trapn' I'm never lackin
Run up, you get smoked
You get faced like a back-end
Straight kills, big boofs
Big boxes, the windows I'm not crackin
New bitch look like Latto
Told me rip her out the plastic
She talkin' shit, she back it up
You know she bout that action
I fuck it up, I stretch it out
Call me Mr. Fantastic
She doin' tricks, she doin' flips
Treat this dick like gymnastics
You smokin' thrax, I'm smokin' kills
Bad bitch send me, IG reels
To tell me how she really feel
Lil bitch think I'm Dr. Phil
So I had to keep it real
You know I had to keep it P
It's plenty fishes in the sea
But baby, you the one for me
I tap the nic and smoke the tree
Baby, don't be mad at me
Tryna make a way for my family
T-R-A-P, that's the team
Yeah, yeah,
T-R-A-P, that's the team
T-R-A-P, that's the team
Yeah, we the winning crew
I'm in love with everything
We talkin' money too
Like I'm in love with money
While I'm fuckin' on your boo
These bitches fuckin' for the free
Not even worth no food
My pants, you know they gallery
My bitch, she rockin' Rhude
I love when she get mad at me
I fuck the attitude
When she don't wanna talk
I can tell she in her mood
When I'm leaning off that wok
I'm the highest in the room
Nickname Mike
When the wood punch its bout to make you snooze
I call the trap, we run the play
You know that's what we do
I got a freaky bitch that call me bae
But no, that's not my boo
She playin' Summer Walker
This ain't Sessions 32
Mmm, mmm
Trap, we always trapn Yeah
Trap, we always trapn
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Trap, we always trapn
I'm never lackin'
Run up, you get smoked
You get faced like a back end
Straight kills, big boofs
Big boxes, the windows, I'm not crackin
WRITERS
Matthew Wright, Damarien Green
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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Theme
Sexual
