Out The Mud K-Trap

[Verse 1]
What's a hundred K when niggas got a million pound dreams?
Came up from the streets, living 'round fiends
Broke a half pack, now it's Mike Amiri for the jeans
Louis for the fleece, fifty for the re'
Truth on top of truth, mood on top of mood
Hit the party, pull up coupé on top of coupé
With a baddie, half a M on the 'gram
My nigga really made a half a M off the trap
Facts, they rap but they lie quite a lot
Mummy told me that I always buy quite a lot
She don't know what's weighing a thousand of eight
Coke in my Pyrex, I'll drown it today
She wanna get saved, must've thought it was okay
Snaked up tape, yeah, it's coming that way
Sixes up in Hatton, that's the four bed depot
Why you think she wanna give deepthroat?
The streets know Trap's been a true young boss
Bottoms but I made a kill off tops
I cop 'em, .44 spray it to the dots
Shawty said she love if I'm paid or I'm not
But I'm paid so it's lit-lit
Stepped up in Harrods wearing big drip
I walked out with some big drip
Sorry Miss, your nigga's nuttin' like us
Me, I just type up, I don't use Lycas