In the trap with bro Next time we're gonna need 2 scales, 100 Used to wrap phones with oats, that a pink note each, if it went for a hundred Every claims they're real, but couldn't keep it 50 - let alone 100 On the way to O, with bro on the 'Motes', 5th gear, nothing less an a hundred... Miles per hour, tryna do a pagan, but mostly numbers Cah beef cost P, steak cost bread and my creps cost like half a onion If you're talkin 'bout rapping flows, I got way more than like half a dozen So if I blow, then broski's good, cah when we was broke, we went halves on nuhhin' If I don't then its lines like Adidas, no ticks I ain't sponsored by Nike yet 2 skengs in a bruck-down Vauxhall, sidestep, who gives a fuck about biceps? 2 z's in my pocket, flash like lightning, that if I hear them sirens... Hit the trap, cah my stack was minus, ring ring that was perfect timing Big Bro said I should put rapping first, but I feel like the trap's important In the studio, tryna write something dope, but I can't cause the trap keeps callin Tryna move these O's, and stack this pro, trap wants me to put my all in Suhhin keeps telling me sales and shots, but I can't cause the trap keeps talkin Now, everyone who rates my ting's upset, cause they're saying in rap I'm stallin' But it ain't even me, who's phonin the fiends, they need my attention always It ain't even dat, I'm just down for da cash, and lickin out food, that's gourmet I just move correct, when I'm rolling 'round, cause the last thing I need is a court case Ain't gotta ask what time I'm on, they already know the pattern Ain't gotta ask if the Bobby's boomin, they already know its banging Ain't gotta talk, give me gloves and a mask, I ain't even with the chatting And you ain't gotta ask, my bro's on exactly the same, no capping They all say I gotta take music, really, if I'm not then I'm talking the piss Meanwhile, I'll just be taking a trip, 2 O's in my pocket, taking a risk I got a sample for bro, this ain't for da gram, but he's taking a pic Remember when bro used to take him a flick, nowadays we'll just take him a stick Bando setting, you can't hear a needle drop, dats if anyone knocks Me, I don't work for anyone's boss, set up shop on anyone's block If bro ain't driving, then he's equipped, he's pressing on anyone's top x2 Gang just put the main one on mute, now it come like everyone's lost Music vids, they got like 100 guys, when we slide, where's everyone gone? Clearly not everyone's on... Clearly everyone's bov I just stay in my own lane, me I don't watch and follow what everyone's does... Used to be broke, till I got me a phone and a Lyca sim I trap just to stack, but I'm not gonna act like I don't want the finer things D Squared that a minor drip, Giuseppe's but I don't even like them kicks Gloves on cah the vehicle's stolen, good luck tryna find our prints And since all this Youtube shit, every car that I'm in, all gotta have tints Buss down a pack, gloves all look like a Selfridges bag, all yellow n shit Stream my tracks, so when I get stopped by the Jakes in traff, I can say I'm legit Cee Lo, when I'm rollin with riff, Jay wants a tick, telling me that he's sick... And way before grub and didgies, I already knew we was gonna have papers Way before dotties and dingers, I already knew we was gonna have pagans Way before I was rapping, I already knew I was gonna have haters Used to rap to myself in the mirror, but me I never knew that I coulda been famous Me n bro just flipped some grams, while u was live on instagram Live corn is dat, in fact you ain't gotta sunbathe just to get this tan Still roll with niggas that jack, if they do, its a wrap, can't get this back Last month took a capital L, told myself - cool, gotta make this back Nothing but facts when I rap, got if it weren't then gang would stop me like... you can't say that in a track New name when I step in da bando, real one - you can't say that in da trap I can't even eat my food in peace, lines blown off all when I'm in vaps Vapiano's but forget that, just a minute ago I was vibing, now I'm with the gang, all dressed in black My nigga Joe, got too much sauce, Off-White or Gucci, he dressed in that Any problem, we're addressing that, not verbally tho, rather let shit slap Dead ting, tryna act all Boujee, I don't why, when she looks like chaps