Back At The Trap (feat. R3EEZE) Video (MV)

And you will be feared
Back at the trap, we was bustin' plays out the door,
That nigga Ddawg throwin exotic packs for the low
So many plays, had a couple drivers for the road
Back to the crib, grab a wood, then I had to smoke
Brandezzy at the trap and he fiendin' for some coke
Don't play witta a nigga, he keep a Four five, real close
Goin' jelly, a mo'f*cka, spread him out on some toast
Tap in at top shelf, I really be sellin' the most
Back in 2020, me and Gang trappin' out them long days
Mama told me not to do this shit, that's the wrong way
Custys linin' out the door, askin' for that strong, yay
Brody tellin' me to push the weed, Naw thats long way
I-I remember back then, sellin' dope in the hallways
Couldn't make it to the exams, popin his Xans, now we all late
Feds watch the trap, cause we the biggest spot on the map
Bosses don't sleep, all we do is take a couple naps
I ain't finna trip, grab the glock and up the strap
Finna throw my iphone away, cause the feds got me tapped
Hit me for the packs, and I promise I ain't gon' tax
Grindin for an M, there ain't no time to slack
One time, I beat the f*ck outta nigga at school
Gave him that up left, right left, combo wombo, now he snoozed
Later that night, finna catch his ass and boom
Back at the trap, A1, used to go by the name of Doom
I went by trap4billz, countin' up the bandz of blues
Me and R3 got them bands, from breakin all them rules
Ridin' around, bustin' plays wit my dirty tool
We do this trap shit, cause we ain't got no shit to lose
Pulled up to the play, and he in a Chevy Cruze
Do this on my own, I ain't got nothin' to prove
I love sippin' on that drop, remind me of the Juice
I only want a four and up, not no weak deuce
Hit a new bitch, and her booty was obtuse
Main girl found out, now I gotta think of an excuse
Smack the f*ck outta unk, Hiz fat ass waz talkin' shit
You don't wanna f*ck wit gang, all my brudders keep stick
Two two threes, gon crack yo shit, better keep a blick
Before I tell my young dawgs, come slide, and come n hit this lick
Pop a pill, f*ck yo bitch, then I flip this brick
Is you dumb, stupid, or dumb? I'm the Glockmaster
Up the FN, on the block, the opps run faster
Back to back, sinning wit the gang, don't tell my pastor
F*ck with me, f*ck wit the gang, turn this bitch disaster
F*ck, nigga
Dude was talkin' all that mess, gotta clean up on aisle 9
Bitches be feelin' me, I think it's cause the way my jewelry shine
Oh, I forgot, off her ass, I did a couple lines
Feds busted in, gotta run, tryna do no time
All these fake niggas flexin' moissanite disgust me
Brudder pass me the pole, told him, just trust me
Wit yo ugly ass shoes, you got on, that shit crusty
Matter of fact, you built like you farted , nigga, you is musty
In the club, drunk as shit, off that dark henny
Pape stackin' to the ceiling, cause I got plenty
Took it off that white boy, cause my dawg sent me
Said he got another one, why you gotta tempt me
You can tap in at the trap, we got cocaine
Four bricks, wrap it out the crib, and sneak it on the plane
You f*ck, nigga, I don't pay no taxes, we's not the same
Finna chop up this dough and spend it on Johnny Dang
Four-Figure ring, you could also see my diamond fangs
Wit yo bad bitch hit my line, she said she wanna bang
But I ain't got the time, gotta live up to my f*ckin' name
I stand on business at the trap, nigga, stay in yo lane
Me and R3 stackin' bands, causing you hella pain
Smokin Zaza all the time, gettin to the fame
We stay ten toes, f*ck around, we gon' bust yo brain
Even though the trap back then, my nigga we still the same
Mesa, Arizona, that's the city that I f*ckin' claim
Finna fly out this bitch like a star, put me on a frame
This the moral of the trap story, where we f*ckin' came