Trap Blues (Wit Shoes) Video (MV)

Never own a gun
But I seen niggas fake it
Desperate for a name
Or a chance to make it
I take shits on niggas
That got flows
That don't go
On beats
Like I do
Ain't crip or piru
But it's in my blood
To put niggas in a trap blues
Black nike shoes
Bring danger
My vocals filled wit anger
Hoes be distillled and processed
Asking me to eat em out
But they hard to digest
Stomping the yard harder than
Vince Carter's knees
Or
Breaking bitches backs out
Like a corset
I'm tight
Real old school
On the mic
I'm cracka lacking
Looking for action
Baby u know me
Pimpin it's Jay Z in 97'
Sorta like Matt Damon
I rather be wes craven
Rolling to the set to shoot
Some pretty boy to
Make a lot of money
Off his face and shit
Off his face and shit
Bitch where you at

Probably gonna have to
Spit faster so y'all
Get it rocking
While jacking
Whips
Equipped with burners
And a learners permit
Yelling f*ck the Kermit
I'm burning
I'm so hot right now
Got caught with the rays
Getting got right now

I know what you want
You want me to believe
Trap blues
And black shoes hold on
Trap blues in black shoes