Trapp Back (Remix) YSN (Ft. Foogiano)
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[Intro: YSN Trapp]
Gang
(Authentic or nothin')
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back
I got dope in my Louis knapsack, I'm bringin' the trap back
[Verse 1: YSN Trapp]
Glock 23, it hold thirty-three in it
Don't know what to call the bitch, Jordan or Pippen
I made his bitch cross him out for some inches (For some inches)
She a freak, she a thot, ain't no difference (Huh?)
I want the Maybach with the stars in the ceiling
Shit deeper than rap 'cause this really how I'm livin' (Ayy)
Money gang, murder gang, we handle business
I spent a few thousand just on ammunition (It's Trapp)
I just hit Lenox and fucked up a hundred
I'm on the road with thirty 'bows in a Honda
I called the plug and I told him to dump 'em (To dump 'em)
He pulled up in thе hood in a Tonka (In a Tonka)
I'm from Columbus, we call it the jungle (Thе jungle)
Fucked on his bitch, fucked her right out her jumper (Out her jumper)
I'm sellin' bags and my bitch sellin' bundles
I'm livin' like Tip, it's a family hustle
Every bag that I sell, I make double (Make double)
So every play either bands or better (Bands or better)
Fuck these hoes, we gon' fuck 'em together (We gon' fuck 'em together)
Make a brick out a brick, now that's extra (Now that's extra)
Yeah, it's back to the trap like I'm Bankroll (Like I'm Bankroll)
That same extra brick get his brains blowed (Get his brains blowed)
Yeah, it ain't a hood that I can't go
Come through drippin' like a raincoat, it's Trapp
Gang
(Authentic or nothin')
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back
I got dope in my Louis knapsack, I'm bringin' the trap back
[Verse 1: YSN Trapp]
Glock 23, it hold thirty-three in it
Don't know what to call the bitch, Jordan or Pippen
I made his bitch cross him out for some inches (For some inches)
She a freak, she a thot, ain't no difference (Huh?)
I want the Maybach with the stars in the ceiling
Shit deeper than rap 'cause this really how I'm livin' (Ayy)
Money gang, murder gang, we handle business
I spent a few thousand just on ammunition (It's Trapp)
I just hit Lenox and fucked up a hundred
I'm on the road with thirty 'bows in a Honda
I called the plug and I told him to dump 'em (To dump 'em)
He pulled up in thе hood in a Tonka (In a Tonka)
I'm from Columbus, we call it the jungle (Thе jungle)
Fucked on his bitch, fucked her right out her jumper (Out her jumper)
I'm sellin' bags and my bitch sellin' bundles
I'm livin' like Tip, it's a family hustle
Every bag that I sell, I make double (Make double)
So every play either bands or better (Bands or better)
Fuck these hoes, we gon' fuck 'em together (We gon' fuck 'em together)
Make a brick out a brick, now that's extra (Now that's extra)
Yeah, it's back to the trap like I'm Bankroll (Like I'm Bankroll)
That same extra brick get his brains blowed (Get his brains blowed)
Yeah, it ain't a hood that I can't go
Come through drippin' like a raincoat, it's Trapp
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