Trap Back (feat. Simms)

Yeah We bringing trap back Stuffed three p's inside my backpack Prayin' til somebody hear me screamin I don't know it's angels or it's demons Dreamin' bout the money I be feinding Trigger finger itchin' for a reason I don't know nobody harder than me Killed the competition, started with me Tote my heat so much and I be in the streets The labels won't even barter with me Love it when I talk about the trap Late nights that Cali, comin' back Za p's stinkin' up the Spin back seal it with the vac Shit been feelin' spooky on the road Every hour, bows been getting sold Back and forth, feel like I sold my soul Hangin' and I'm closer to my goals Sweatin' while I'm pickin' up the load Both feel the pack if its stale or if it's old Know it's only purple cause it's cold Plug was movin' wocky he got Zo'd Knockin' on his door, a nigga owe I don't front nobody, I don't know That way ain't no way you runnin' off Shakin' down your granny for the doe We bringing trap back Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack GG number four, and purple haze I got that thrax pack Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack And it's full of blues, you front your move My shit go Had to zo he was movin' wocky Folding paper like it's origami Mix the runts with the new biscotti 50 p's mobbing through the lobby Got that power, bitch, we Ghost and Tommy That's the reason why these bitches on me The pussy good and the head was sloppy I might take her for a brand new body Fuck her good, she runnin' while she screamin I be cooling talking to my demons Trap back, baby, you should see it Think we givin' freebies on the weekend What you buyin'? Maybe I can match it I just did 50 off the back end Bitch, stop callin' me while I'm trappin Get it whole and break it down to fractions That's the way We just flooded New York with some Cali plates You just send an addy, we gon' have it there by Saturday Fuck what all these rappers, say I do more on an average day Everything is Gucci like my luggage in the baggage claim We bringing trap back Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack GG number four, and purple haze I got that thrax pack Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack And it's full of blues, you front your move My shit go