back at the trap

back at the trap we pushing 100 pounds back at the trap we scraped with 100 rounds we delt with plenty of opps they ass up in ground smoking on an opp got my floating off the ground back at the trap killers pushing Hella ps back at the trap full jars full of weed don't play with me cause you know I keep the peice we want war we want smoke man fuck the peace feel like yeat got Satain my phone he said keep rapping making rackies off the verses but I keep trapping I could living in the hills see an opp we get clapping money keep coming no math but I keep adding damn I be making all these bands 4 pounds of the Molly same color as the sand ima show my tec fore I ever show my hands I ain't fighting bitch I'm shooting he gon lay where he lands damn where all the hoes at opp got to clapping but you know we gon blow back just hit a another lick that's like four racks you a bitch ill take yo shit you can't get yo phone back back at the trap we pushing 100 pounds back at the trap we scraped with 100 rounds we delt with plenty of opps they ass up in ground smoking on an opp got my floating off the ground back at the trap killers pushing Hella ps back at the trap full jars full of weed don't play with me cause you know I keep the peice we want war we want smoke man fuck the peace