Stuck in my traphouse Gotta a half ounce might smoke out Stuck between the blade or the gat now Mad at my trap how Bust a rap call it Arab money wow All Drenched in gold my soul was sold separately how By being in the trenches of that call of duty like who want some I know you don’t want none interrogate you for yo squad where they at left yo ass you the only goon left to blast You just won’t last stranded like the land of the lost what a cost it pays to be OG when I was already born OG you feeling me fuck you Wanna get ya head stuck on my blade or put the chrome biscuit to ya brain squeeze out the pain let the blood drain like let it rain while I reign over this land like a Mongoloid mask up chrome out now get me all the cash out the drawer now as I make a run for the door cops Boomin down the stretch got make haste for they catch that kid you should see boi go like a trap star out my reeboks to my fast car speed demon speed gotta need for that speed asi hit the nitro as soon I Tokyo drift with my spliff bitch drive by these kats thinking they soul cool mad at the flava I deliver it’s a siege making a murdea off these beats treated the loose leaf like Bruce lee microphone be the nunchaku I’m swinging back and forth from the left to the right and side to side going heeeja Martial beat boxer coming at you south paw get ya slapped in the jaw with my five knuckle discount Gone ham in the trap house turnt the block to a frat house I wanna bad chick ass out face down I’m somewhere in these smoke clouds while I Go commando off the sound bro Killing you again an again with the flow