[ Featuring Yo Gotti ]
Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touched down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload (Reload)
(Federal, federal, fed, uh, uh, uh, 2 fed federal, federal, federal)
Pull up in my trap car
Hit the trap house dishin' that dope out
Hop out with that stick out
Please don't trip out I might flip out
I know a Cuban he don't speak english
I need a translator (I need some better talk!)
Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy
Told me to pay him later (Throw that shine yeah nigga)
I heard the car pull up outside
I look at the blindfold (Who that? Who that?)
Yeah my stupid ass baby mama
Think I'm in here with side hoes (Stupid bitch!)
Bitch I'm in here with nine bows, (Right now!)
Tryna get the whole 9 sold (Right now!)
And you make a scene causing commotion
Trying to give me some time hoe? (What you twelve or something?)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap, I'm like Bankroll (Fresh!)
Come and take your shit repo (Give me that!)
Make you tuck your shit, Debo
Hey, hey!
I'm so ahead of them check out my schedule
Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that's 2Federal
F*ck what they talking 'bout
I'm running up revenue
Go do the same, that's what you better do
Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
MoneyBagg and Gotti (2Federal)
It's like we got the cheat code (Yup)
We talk nothin' but gangsta shit and get money with Chicos (Chicos)
CMG the label
And we distribute kilos (Kilos)
And we'll spend your budget (On what?)
On foreign whips with two doors (Ugh)
I'm 2Federal a nigga talkin' shit etc etc
You a little hater hater it fit your character
I'll f*ck around and embarrass you
Hold up listen
Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me?
Young nigga told me he made 100,000 listenin' to me and Jeezy (I believe him)
I was 'Trap or Die', gettin' rich or die tryin' (What else?)
Before I made cocaine music fire (What else?)
Ran off on the plug with seventy five (What else?)
I was robbing niggas runnin' with the gats
(Young nigga grindin' trying to get a nine) But the price high
Everybody telling me to drop that CM now
The streets dry
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
