Songtexte Trap - Issue

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin
Ayy, put your homie on, you know your man's hurtin
Ayy, broski in the kitchen, you know my man's workin

He been in here whippin' for so long, it got his hand hurtin
One thing for sure, two things for certain, we gon' get ah bag
If we fall off back to the trap, yeah, we gon' get it back
Lil' broski been phening' for a while, ah turn you to a pack

VIP, when we come to the club, we turnt up to the max
Trap been boomin' for a while, I made like 50 racks
Fifteen in a month, but it's still free to get a nigga whacked
Do that shit myself, bitch, I'm out slidin, and where you niggas at

Ain't gon' lie, I fell off, and came up off a 600 pack
Ayy, count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin
Ayy, it's bound to be a murder, my lil' man's lurkin
Everybody actin' like they killers, that's for damn certain

Think about these racks so goddamn much, it got my head hurtin
VIP, soon as we hit the club, we come in' through the back
Bitches shakin' ass, in here I fuck around and threw some racks
Ain't know I'm the man until I flexed, now they like, who is that

I came in and blew a bag, try me, I'ma do you bad
Count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin
Ayy, put your homie on, you know your man's hurtin
Ayy, broski in the kitchen, you know my man's workin

He been in here whippin' for so long, it got his hand hurtin
One thing for sure, two things for certain, we gon' get ah bag
If we fall off back to the trap, yeah, we gon' get it back
Lil' broski been phening' for a while, ah turn you to a pack

VIP, when we come to the club, we turnt up to the max
Phone ringin', hit my line and I'ma get em straight
In the kitchen baggin' up, we chop right on that dinner plate
Every time my broskis did a bid, made sure my n****s ate

And I keep that tool right on my waist, cause I know n****s hate
When we hit the club, we throwin' ones, they gotta get a rake
You ain't get no money, what you doin'? Just out here in the way
Doin' shows in different states, pray my brothers beat they case

Can't let n****s see my face, no evidence won't leave a trace
Lil' broski get slimy it get violent when we pop out
I might blow a n***a top out if I hop out with this chop out
We ain't with none of that tellin', before we snitch, yeah, we a cop out

Be with killers, drug dealers, and them neighborhood dropouts
Count so much money, bitch, my hands hurtin
Ayy, put your homie on, you know your man's hurtin
Ayy, broski in the kitchen, you know my man's workin

He been in here whippin' for so long, he got his hand hurtin
One thing for sure, two things for certain, we gon' get ah bag
If we fall off back to the trap, yeah, we gon' get it back
Lil' broski been phening' for a while, ah turn you to a pack

VIP, when we come to the club, we turned up to the max