Reminisce 52Esco

{Intro}
Skrilla
Ayy, look, ayy

{Verse 1}
I trap with the strap on my lap
I trap with the strap on my lap
I trap with the strap on my lap
If a nigga talk down he get handled
Stay with ammo call me Five Deuce Rambo
Bitch I'm about that action so don't gamble
Stay with racks they on me what you thought
Duck and dodging opps I can't get caught
Fuck a bitch 'cause I got no heart
If you on my dick please get off
'Cause I'm sick and tired of the hatin'
All of the fakin' swear these niggas snakin'
Can't cuff bitches 'cause they all so basic
I'm just stackin' riches smokin' daily
Hit the stu' and droppin' heat on baby
I got pills weed what you need?
Had to stop the trappin' to these fiends
'Cause the street life really ain't for me
I done lost my friends and family
So I gotta make it get mines
Run it up and never look behind
'Member trappin' hard servin' dimes
Money only thing was on my mind
December 15th lost my moms
Shit was sad as fuck
Steady cryin'
Wanted to cop an iron an' start firin'
Swear that death was always on my mind
'Till i started rappin' making music
Juggin' niggas I knew just as students
Crib was like a trap house
Shit was boomin'
Makin' transactions everyday
Pops was like "Where you get this cake?"
Keep on trappin' end up like yo moms
Dead, gone, and everybody cryin'
So a nigga had to step inside