Hey, aye
Aye, aye, aye
I pull up, flexing on a **********er (yuh)
Wishing I could dip up on another ****er (yuh)
Lean up in a pint because Im sipping thirsty
Shout out to my mama, she the queen who birthed me
First well see who throw down if you cross me
Chain with a T on my chest, Im from Tennessee
Chopper rain a hunnid faster than you could say 'sorry'
White boy, Im the plug, mane, so call me 'El Charlie'
Big boy still up in the shop
I flip a brick for Mr. Juan, call that Jeweler Shop
I got side *****es because all I want is top
They say Im too competitive but, boy, Ill never stop
Begging me for mercy, begging me for mercy
I pull up in that Mercy and then they all start to curse me
Its dangerous around here when its dark out
But youll learn real quick the trapping is a lifestyle and an art, bruh
Now I made it, I can ball the way that I do, man and thats the truth
Anybody wanna step up with that ****, then come into the booth
My brother called my phone, he told me he need connect
Told 'maybe quick,' because I got the TEC
Models in my house, man, I been out of country
Price up on my head because they money hunting
Blue bands bouncing, big cash pouncing
Hard money counting, champagne drank fountain
All of yall gon change up, but the times gon get tough
But its okay, because check this, I dont really give a ****
Uncle Buck with that Ruger, man, Ill shoot 13 for a luck
Im 23 with a pinky ring, and Ill ***** slap you up
Size up to this **** in the promise that you will not get lucky
On-set members keep texting me, telling me to come *** * em
Cause the good die young, the rich die broke
The shooters pull up quick with a chopper and a scope
I pray you are not outside when it is dark out
Or else you catch the wrath, of a trapman
Of a trap man, of a trapman
Be careful, catch the rounds of a trapman
Of a trap man, of a trapman
Yo family catch a round of a trapman
Of a trapman, where yo pack, man?
Yeah, that nigga PiMPYZ, come get sacked, man
Run it back, man, a hunnid times
Yeah, she **** me, for my rhymes
Now its time, get on your grind
Yeah I kiss her, **** her down to her spine
Nigga rewind, a hundred rounds
Got them pounds, woah , woah, Daytona sound, yeah
Im in the booth, Im smoking boof
Im speakin truth, nigga, **** rules
Nigga, I do it, no Nike check
*** **, I do it, I just flex
In the cafeteria, Im knockin down your tray
Niggas try to eat off us, but this aint no buffet (nigga)
Im on beltway, and Im eating fish fillet, aye (nigga)
Jugging and finessing at a very young age (jugging and finessing)
Try to check me, close that mouth, on yo face (shut up, nigga)
22 shots, nigga, all at yo toupee, aye (brrata-ta-ta-tah)
Make him spin with that chopper, thats ballet (yuh)
You know Ima win when it come to running game
Fresh off a stain, now yo ***** want my ****
Yo ***** wanna claim, yeah, she smoking all my zips (haha, yeah)
Cause the good die young, the rich die broke
The shooters pull up quick with a chopper and a scope
I pray you are not outside when it is dark out
Or else you catch the wrath, of a trapman
Of a trap man, of a trapman
Be careful, catch the rounds of a trapman
Of a trap man, of a trapman
Yo family catch a round of a trapman
TRAPMAN