Trap trap trap aye trap trap trap
What's up qweezy, how you feel
Feel like f*ckin' up a check, owe the plug like three bands
I might go spend it on my neck, what's up krash, how you feel
I ain't even got a deal, i done ran up a mill
Up the glock and catch a kill, what's up qweezy, how you feel
Like when i first got me a sack, like a motherf*ckin' vet
I'm sellin' dog in a cat, what's up krash, how you feel
Like a motherf*ckin' map, i can show him where he at
And have them killers go through the back
Damn why you doin' like that
He ain't comin' back
Told krash to grab the guns, i want the money and the sack
Got me feelin' like a switch, i get off quick and disappear
Might just f*ck all on this bitch, I'm in her ear like how it feel
You ain't really gettin' no money if you ain't takin' care of your kids
I can't stand a nigga that cap, go get a gig and work at lids
I got some new opps, ice all on my neck and in my house, i feel like guwop
She want that California love, her eyes on me, i feel like tupac
I keep a g-lock, i'm tryna get rich from rappin', can't sit and make no tik tok
Walk inside a house without the key, i'm bout to re-rock
1911, it ain't no safety, it just decock
This might be a classic, but we ain't talkin' bout no reebock
I get it and stack it, I don't need no bank, put it in a shoebox
They told me quit rappin', my time comin' like a g-shock
We got the streets hot, them niggas pussy, they know we not
I cook the dope up quicker in the microwave
Them youngins posted on the block, they ain't sellin' lemonade
You know we gettin' paid
Switchin' lanes in that fast thing, hidin' all this pain
Got me feelin' dramatic, i been cryin' in the rain
Livin' fast, got two options, either jail or the grave
We got whips and we got chains, but they can't treat us like slaves
It ain't bout how much you make, it's bout how much you can save
Eat the pussy like a gremlin, i don't care if she shaved
Bend her over, beat her back, i might f*ck up her braids
I'ma do it like a facial, but put a nut on her face
I might murder the pussy, but i'm still fightin' this case
I'm movin' slow, we in the trap, but i ain't leavin' no trace
Trap
Trap Qweezy - Fast Lane (feat. Trap Krashh) Lyrics
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Trap trap trap aye trap trap trap
What's up qweezy, how you feel
Feel like f*ckin' up a check, owe the plug like three bands
I might go spend it on my neck, what's up krash, how you feel
I ain't even got a deal, i done ran up a mill
Up the glock and catch a kill, what's up qweezy, how you feel
Like when i first got me a sack, like a motherf*ckin' vet
I'm sellin' dog in a cat, what's up krash, how you feel
Like a motherf*ckin' map, i can show him where he at
And have them killers go through the back
Damn why you doin' like that
He ain't comin' back
Told krash to grab the guns, i want the money and the sack
Got me feelin' like a switch, i get off quick and disappear
Might just f*ck all on this bitch, I'm in her ear like how it feel
You ain't really gettin' no money if you ain't takin' care of your kids
I can't stand a nigga that cap, go get a gig and work at lids
I got some new opps, ice all on my neck and in my house, i feel like guwop
She want that California love, her eyes on me, i feel like tupac
I keep a g-lock, i'm tryna get rich from rappin', can't sit and make no tik tok
Walk inside a house without the key, i'm bout to re-rock
1911, it ain't no safety, it just decock
This might be a classic, but we ain't talkin' bout no reebock
I get it and stack it, I don't need no bank, put it in a shoebox
They told me quit rappin', my time comin' like a g-shock
We got the streets hot, them niggas pussy, they know we not
I cook the dope up quicker in the microwave
Them youngins posted on the block, they ain't sellin' lemonade
You know we gettin' paid
Switchin' lanes in that fast thing, hidin' all this pain
Got me feelin' dramatic, i been cryin' in the rain
Livin' fast, got two options, either jail or the grave
We got whips and we got chains, but they can't treat us like slaves
It ain't bout how much you make, it's bout how much you can save
Eat the pussy like a gremlin, i don't care if she shaved
Bend her over, beat her back, i might f*ck up her braids
I'ma do it like a facial, but put a nut on her face
I might murder the pussy, but i'm still fightin' this case
I'm movin' slow, we in the trap, but i ain't leavin' no trace
Trap
What's up qweezy, how you feel
Feel like f*ckin' up a check, owe the plug like three bands
I might go spend it on my neck, what's up krash, how you feel
I ain't even got a deal, i done ran up a mill
Up the glock and catch a kill, what's up qweezy, how you feel
Like when i first got me a sack, like a motherf*ckin' vet
I'm sellin' dog in a cat, what's up krash, how you feel
Like a motherf*ckin' map, i can show him where he at
And have them killers go through the back
Damn why you doin' like that
He ain't comin' back
Told krash to grab the guns, i want the money and the sack
Got me feelin' like a switch, i get off quick and disappear
Might just f*ck all on this bitch, I'm in her ear like how it feel
You ain't really gettin' no money if you ain't takin' care of your kids
I can't stand a nigga that cap, go get a gig and work at lids
I got some new opps, ice all on my neck and in my house, i feel like guwop
She want that California love, her eyes on me, i feel like tupac
I keep a g-lock, i'm tryna get rich from rappin', can't sit and make no tik tok
Walk inside a house without the key, i'm bout to re-rock
1911, it ain't no safety, it just decock
This might be a classic, but we ain't talkin' bout no reebock
I get it and stack it, I don't need no bank, put it in a shoebox
They told me quit rappin', my time comin' like a g-shock
We got the streets hot, them niggas pussy, they know we not
I cook the dope up quicker in the microwave
Them youngins posted on the block, they ain't sellin' lemonade
You know we gettin' paid
Switchin' lanes in that fast thing, hidin' all this pain
Got me feelin' dramatic, i been cryin' in the rain
Livin' fast, got two options, either jail or the grave
We got whips and we got chains, but they can't treat us like slaves
It ain't bout how much you make, it's bout how much you can save
Eat the pussy like a gremlin, i don't care if she shaved
Bend her over, beat her back, i might f*ck up her braids
I'ma do it like a facial, but put a nut on her face
I might murder the pussy, but i'm still fightin' this case
I'm movin' slow, we in the trap, but i ain't leavin' no trace
Trap
Writer: Quintarius Green, LaQuinta Childress
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Trap Qweezy
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Quintarius Green, LaQuinta Childress