Lurking for real Trap house jumpin you can't even chill Dope as zip I'm locking up the seal Can't hang with the gang you ain't ready to kill Drop out I ain't never popped a pill Eat the fuck up it could be ya last meal Beenhill road wit the killers for real─ (T─Trap Daily exclusive) Gang, gang (ha) Hrrtl (Brrtl) Yeah, oh yeah (bitch, Brrtl) Brrtl, no cap Mane fuck what he talm bout nigga (on god) Trap house jumpin See back in the trap I was Robbin and servin niggas out the slump This a thug life nigga, kick em off the boat Ill air this bitch out I'ma real ass foe Ran to the trap because I need some more Puss-ah nigga get down on the floor Real trap vibe will make a nigga go That 30 round on me, make a nigga blow (yeah, yeah) We got glizzys, fye We got ARs in this fucking bitch, do a homicide if a pussy nigga talkin shit We gon' let it ride with them dirty fuckin hollow tips All my niggas ride bout the opposition throwing shit All my niggas glide we got .50s in this fuckin bitch Nigga tryna die if he run up we got .30 clips So back to the trap I was thuggin and juggin for real Burnt-out pussy I'm still in field Yall already know how it is in the field Won't let no pussy put me on the grill King shit boy know I'm still in the field We armed robbin and lurking for real Trap house jumpin you can't even chill Dope as zip I'm locking up the seal Can't hang with the gang you ain't ready to kill Drop out I ain't never popped a pill Eat the fuck up it could be ya last meal Beenhill road with the killers for real Don't be on computers I'm not with the internet 40 a felon smoke you like a cigarette Stay on my P's and Q's just like the alphabet Strapped up, sticked up just like the Soviet Im fuckin his bitch and he don't even know it yet Pop out with .50s and spaz til' sun set Ol-pussy ah nigga never held a gun yet Hop out the van and pop em till his gun rack Sissy-ass nigga add em to the gun rack (Gang, gang) Bitch, man fuck what he talm bout nigga (On god) Trap house jumpin