Lyrics 1000G's - Trapx10

Ghosty
I'm into bricks like real estate
I got down in the pub
Shit, that day was really bait
Had a knock at the door at six
Pissed, shit, it's really jakes
He got splashed, he got whacked
And you know gang buss' the case
No evidence, that's NFA

JT got a twenty stretch
Guwop got five for plenty pebs
In the trap baggin' up with plenty stress
Don't run out of drill, got plenty left
Raps that drill, ain't mashed no work
In trap not trappin', their line's don't twerk
Everything I state is facts, real words
Before I hit booth, I slapped it first
I'm in the ends, got packs deliverin'
Winter grind got my skin all shiverin'
Free, got home three times
Four times got rise, man I'm gettin' sick of him
Six times when I got
Swingin' bone cah I was tryna get rid of him (Ching, ching)
Them man don't come to my block
They say it's hot and they poke civilians
But more time I'm on squad duty
Life costs a brick but I'll take that too g
Hittin' a lick, I'm goin' equipped
Wrap man quick if I'm goin' on movies
Pree it on Snap then I'm gettin' the wap
I'm goin' to cook 'em, I ain't no juve'
I try get a reference for my man
Niggas from his hood are tellin' me 'who's he?'
Talking, I find that lame G
We made ten man S that's wavey (Runner)
My bro got dropped from an in-house beef
But your boy got packed by (That's dead out)
And that's no cap, no gazi
Two got hit with one, that's crazy (Bow)
Seventeen I stack me five bags
Three years on, no shock, I'm paid G
I'm into bricks like real estate
I got down in the pub
Shit, that day was really bait
Had a knock at the door at six
Pissed, shit, it's really jakes
He got splashed, he got whacked
And you know gang buss' the case
No evidence, that's NFA
I'm into bricks like real estate
I got down in the pub
Shit, that day was really bait
Had a knock at the door at six
Pissed, shit, it's really jakes
He got splashed, he got whacked
And you know gang buss' the case
No evidence, that's NFA

A thousand grams is a box
Bro's got a thousand grams in his pock'
Five hundred G's turned man to a boss
My Nokia holds three hundred shots
Rev on a three hundred and I'm off
Or do it in a 4 with the squad (Gang)
Bae wants me in early, it's long
But I ride and glide and I'm makin' guwop
Grams in need of 3000 Andre
My line out cast from the work I convey (Trap)
For a brick, got a one, no con
K wants some bud, dropped that at my ombre
Out here in the Gaza it's a mazza
Lost six waps, need a seventh whoosh
In the bando with some bankrolls
Fuck takin' L's, tryna out this kush
Slide on yats how I slide on cats
Lighty got her face all push
Found out that I'm Trap0
Now she's mad times ten, she was movin' stush
In the party with my dargy
Cattin' to bark when I hear that woof
But a nigga got shanked in his face
Disgrace, what a shame, it was all for puss'

I'm into bricks like real estate
I got down in the pub
Shit, that day was really bait
Had a knock at the door at six
Pissed, shit, it's really jakes
He got splashed, he got whacked
And you know gang buss' the case
No evidence, that's NFA
I'm into bricks like real estate
I got down in the pub
Shit, that day was really bait
Had a knock at the door at six
Pissed, shit, it's really jakes
He got splashed, he got whacked
And you know gang buss' the case
No evidence, that's NFA