Baby Profit - Trap & Order Lyrics

Niggas know what the f*ck Jacking man
Trap & Order
Jack & Order
You digg

What you do, BP
Real Jackboy, when I walk in the building, everybody get back and listen
All Black ski mask on my face, they don't even know who did it
You ain't gotta tell him about me, bitch, I'm BP, keep it P, no diddy

Why the hell you run when you seen that black truck? Damn, he remind me of Ricky
Trap or die, My unc work the wrist inside that f*ckin' kitchen
Might just get a job at Church's, havin' hella chicken
Finna takeoff to North Pole, don't give a damn who ain't with me

You want a 3.5 of that block work, that's a cool lil' 50
You want a 3.5 or that Terp, that's a cool lil' hunnid
I'm tryin' to get the money so fast, might just turn it to Sonic
Scram ho ask for some to eat i might just feed her sonics

I'm on that block, movin' that work, post it up Monday to Sunday
Two days and Thursdays, that's my mobile days
I feel like a boxer them days, I'm tryna dodge the jakes
Trapping hard or trap or die my scam bro doin' the chase

Sorry baby, I gotta go, I'm tryna catch a play
Only time you see me run is on the money race
I tie my shoelace every morning, cause that shit everyday
I'm tryna stack my pape, don't care about no bad bitch

Everybody livin' happy, I'm tryna go live mad rich
Servin' all this green, I been servin' all this cabbage
Doin' math mathematics with this money, stack & add it
I don't care what they say, cause one day I'm livin' lavish

Streets in the submission, when I blow, I'ma have it tappin