Yeah, yeah
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Two cellphones
I ain't Kevin Gates
Pockets on obesity and I been moving weight
Jimmy call my phone to pull up, I can't be late
Not being that nigga or be broke
Well I cannot relate
Diamonds wet like lakes, made a withdrawal at that bank
This that count it in your face, I turned her shoebox to a safe
Brand new Glocky on my waist
Don't get in my face
They ask me if I'm rolling, hell yeah
I took a no face (ay)
Had to catch a junkie, put some fentanyl in his face
I'm seeing stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space
Stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space (takeoff)
Hit him with a two-piece, mink, mink in his face
If I'm in the place, your hoe never safe
I can't go on dates, I don't even know the date
Make a movie, fix your price
Drop the ticket, make it right
I got some niggas who went left
All because I did it right
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Purple label on my clothes and purple kush up in my blunt
Walk up to my trap up prepared, don't be asking for no fronts
All my blunts is double-stuffed and all my cups is doubled up
All my nights is spent with hoes and all my life I've been this froze
I got down bad and had to get it, I finessed the plug with dummies
Now we scamming in the Hilton, order lobsters stomach grumbling
Now I'm meeting up with lawyers just to go over the numbers
I do numbers, it's no wonder that your bitch started to wonder
I do wonder when you niggas gonna catch on to this stunting
Maybe pick up on this pimping I pop bottles like it's nothing
AP rooms to count the money, card decline, I don't know nothing
Back on road before they catch me, I'm the swipe god, can't finesse me
Pop a bean and I get testy, probably best just not to test me
Back the beat off if they press me, fresh to death is how I dress me
I get hoes like Elvis Presley, diamonds reckless, don't arrest me
Callin' G if shit get messy, we gon' cripple your investments
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Bat no Bruce, I'm the dark night I usually hunt alone
But my hell hound steady mumbling, "wanna feast demon souls?"
It be all fun in them games 'til I just open up this phone
'Cause at first it was just two but three, "make cell completely whole"
I could whisper over here and have you fighting in the air
Get up close your hair stick up like "Spidey sense that dangers near"
Shit get ugly in this bitch, I'm talking ugly like Darth Vader
Heard I got a secret hater, I hate niggas like I'm Adolf
Look these niggas in the eye, only thing I see is fear
Only thing I fear is God, and the demon in my ear
Gotta say it one more time, so I'll make it f*cking clearer
Nigga rest in peace to Ra, Angie and all of my dawgs
This my Christmas gift for y'all, one infinity for all
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
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English
Yeah, yeah
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Two cellphones
I ain't Kevin Gates
Pockets on obesity and I been moving weight
Jimmy call my phone to pull up, I can't be late
Not being that nigga or be broke
Well I cannot relate
Diamonds wet like lakes, made a withdrawal at that bank
This that count it in your face, I turned her shoebox to a safe
Brand new Glocky on my waist
Don't get in my face
They ask me if I'm rolling, hell yeah
I took a no face (ay)
Had to catch a junkie, put some fentanyl in his face
I'm seeing stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space
Stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space (takeoff)
Hit him with a two-piece, mink, mink in his face
If I'm in the place, your hoe never safe
I can't go on dates, I don't even know the date
Make a movie, fix your price
Drop the ticket, make it right
I got some niggas who went left
All because I did it right
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Purple label on my clothes and purple kush up in my blunt
Walk up to my trap up prepared, don't be asking for no fronts
All my blunts is double-stuffed and all my cups is doubled up
All my nights is spent with hoes and all my life I've been this froze
I got down bad and had to get it, I finessed the plug with dummies
Now we scamming in the Hilton, order lobsters stomach grumbling
Now I'm meeting up with lawyers just to go over the numbers
I do numbers, it's no wonder that your bitch started to wonder
I do wonder when you niggas gonna catch on to this stunting
Maybe pick up on this pimping I pop bottles like it's nothing
AP rooms to count the money, card decline, I don't know nothing
Back on road before they catch me, I'm the swipe god, can't finesse me
Pop a bean and I get testy, probably best just not to test me
Back the beat off if they press me, fresh to death is how I dress me
I get hoes like Elvis Presley, diamonds reckless, don't arrest me
Callin' G if shit get messy, we gon' cripple your investments
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Bat no Bruce, I'm the dark night I usually hunt alone
But my hell hound steady mumbling, "wanna feast demon souls?"
It be all fun in them games 'til I just open up this phone
'Cause at first it was just two but three, "make cell completely whole"
I could whisper over here and have you fighting in the air
Get up close your hair stick up like "Spidey sense that dangers near"
Shit get ugly in this bitch, I'm talking ugly like Darth Vader
Heard I got a secret hater, I hate niggas like I'm Adolf
Look these niggas in the eye, only thing I see is fear
Only thing I fear is God, and the demon in my ear
Gotta say it one more time, so I'll make it f*cking clearer
Nigga rest in peace to Ra, Angie and all of my dawgs
This my Christmas gift for y'all, one infinity for all
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Two cellphones
I ain't Kevin Gates
Pockets on obesity and I been moving weight
Jimmy call my phone to pull up, I can't be late
Not being that nigga or be broke
Well I cannot relate
Diamonds wet like lakes, made a withdrawal at that bank
This that count it in your face, I turned her shoebox to a safe
Brand new Glocky on my waist
Don't get in my face
They ask me if I'm rolling, hell yeah
I took a no face (ay)
Had to catch a junkie, put some fentanyl in his face
I'm seeing stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space
Stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space (takeoff)
Hit him with a two-piece, mink, mink in his face
If I'm in the place, your hoe never safe
I can't go on dates, I don't even know the date
Make a movie, fix your price
Drop the ticket, make it right
I got some niggas who went left
All because I did it right
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Purple label on my clothes and purple kush up in my blunt
Walk up to my trap up prepared, don't be asking for no fronts
All my blunts is double-stuffed and all my cups is doubled up
All my nights is spent with hoes and all my life I've been this froze
I got down bad and had to get it, I finessed the plug with dummies
Now we scamming in the Hilton, order lobsters stomach grumbling
Now I'm meeting up with lawyers just to go over the numbers
I do numbers, it's no wonder that your bitch started to wonder
I do wonder when you niggas gonna catch on to this stunting
Maybe pick up on this pimping I pop bottles like it's nothing
AP rooms to count the money, card decline, I don't know nothing
Back on road before they catch me, I'm the swipe god, can't finesse me
Pop a bean and I get testy, probably best just not to test me
Back the beat off if they press me, fresh to death is how I dress me
I get hoes like Elvis Presley, diamonds reckless, don't arrest me
Callin' G if shit get messy, we gon' cripple your investments
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Bat no Bruce, I'm the dark night I usually hunt alone
But my hell hound steady mumbling, "wanna feast demon souls?"
It be all fun in them games 'til I just open up this phone
'Cause at first it was just two but three, "make cell completely whole"
I could whisper over here and have you fighting in the air
Get up close your hair stick up like "Spidey sense that dangers near"
Shit get ugly in this bitch, I'm talking ugly like Darth Vader
Heard I got a secret hater, I hate niggas like I'm Adolf
Look these niggas in the eye, only thing I see is fear
Only thing I fear is God, and the demon in my ear
Gotta say it one more time, so I'll make it f*cking clearer
Nigga rest in peace to Ra, Angie and all of my dawgs
This my Christmas gift for y'all, one infinity for all
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch
Do the dash in the skyline
I'm Paul Walker with the clutch
Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we f*cked
If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed
Played the cards I was dealt
It came back a royal flush
Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut
Trap on fire, we don't give a f*ck
Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up
I got young niggas in shietys
They gon' turn your head to mush
Writer: Gill Reynolds, Jimmy Ogletree
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid