Theme Song Klass Murda & Benny the Butcher

[Intro: Klass Murda]
Ah, woo

[Chorus: Klass Murda]
Mike Amiri (Woo), you ain't gotta what for my jeans called (Facts)
Flew to Cali and I put my team on (I did)
Uh, they say the trap need a theme song (The trap)
Uh, I heard the trap need a theme song (Woo, woo)
Trap on my street, trap on your street, I'm with it (I'm down)
Flew from the East Coast, board on the West Coast, I did it (I'm gone)
Uh, I heard the trap need a theme song (What they need, Murda?)
They say the trap need a theme song

[Verse 1: Klass Murda]
I got your ho up guessin' (What?), and I'm Dior steppin' (Dior)
I told my bitch fuck a PS5, I need more weapons (Brrt, bah)
All of you rappers get clapped (What?), all 'cause you thought about dissin' me (Boom)
We turn your man to a pack (Facts), now he on sale in dispensaries (Smoke 'em)
If I rap 'bout it, I does it (Woo), this trap shit, I does it (Trap)
I wrote this shit when I was on a layover, thirty pounds in my luggage
By any means, get 'em back to the bity
I want 'em all, ask my plug
And I ain't never gon' ask how many
And I'm gon' fuck up my profit with Benny
And I still fuck with the mail
If I gotta send it, I'm still taxin'
I ain't your regular artist (What?)
When I ain't rappin', I'm still wrappin' (Wrap 'em)
I'm just a weed seller (Seller)
It got me rich, I ain't sellin' no blow
Reppin' them three letters (Rrr)
I'ma put on for it until I go