Trap Mode YG Teck (Ft. Pooh Shiesty)

[Intro: YG Teck & Pooh Shiesty]
Brr
Big brr, brr
You heard me, say you heard me
Trap mode, yeah
You hear me clearly, you see me, clearly
Yes
(DeeMarc got that heat)

[Verse 1: YG Teck]
I got like a fifty ball in these track pants
I just bought my bitch Dior and some stack pants
One thing about these grams, I'ma tap dance
I be in the trap still getting backends
You know I'm a dope boy, bitch, I sell smack
Got on Palm Angels in a Hellcat
It's like I turnt up when I fell back
I put sixes all in some gel caps
I was sellin' grams all off that loaner
My shit clippin', I done got my phone up (Bang)
I made a buck-thirty off a brick of coke in a drought thanks to corona (That 'rona)
Sweatsuit season, I been in that mode, huh
Talk all that trap shit, you ain't sold nothing (Yeah)
Guns in ya Close Friends, ain't gon' blow nothing
Ain't tryna hear a bitch mouth like she know something (Haha)
Playin' with that paper, I knew I was gon' be something (Playin' with it)
Coming out with sticks like we can't see nothing
Made a dub yesterday, I'm tryna rerun
It really ain't no limit to who I can become (No)
Got on Baccarat, the bitch fell in love
Ridin' out Delaware just about a dub
I'm in the Louis store with hella Chrome Hearts on
Probably smelling like hella drugs