Текст песни Trappin High Speed - Mack Ben Widdit

Let's talk bout losses
That's what make some niggas bosses
Back on the wall still flossin
Huh, pack gettin low still tossin

Plays come through real often
Trappin highspeed
Play the back streets
You can come and cop

Just don't try to jack please
Cause my lil homie carry the stick
We ain't finna play wit a bitch
Trap wit da phone in da whip

Ain sold a nic inna minute
I'm finna swerve on this bitch she keep trippin
Keep one eye open ain't doin no slippin
My dawg got dem byrds and he standin on business

You play and you late we gone bake niggas biscuit
Chain from Neef ion know Johnny
Call up Ace cause ion know Wafi
Hittin up Moses he got the gas

And I bet a band dat you can't top it
You don't want beef den you best stop it
Big free free to all my partnas
She a big freak she on my noggin

And after I fuck she won't stop callin
Trappin high speed
Huh, play da back streets
Huh, you can come and cop

Just don't try to jack please
Cause my lil homie carry the stick
We ain't finna play wit a bitch
Trap wit da phone in da whip

Ain sold a nic inna minute
In love wit da trap ima marry a brick
Pass to my partna he carry a vick
Load up da chops for all of my lil ones

You play wit my son ima bury a bitch
Huh, rest in peace to shhhh
For you cuz I'm carryin shit
Hollows hittin niggas car door

Tryna do em like he big
I can't say to much but I got crazy wit the sig
Police pull me over I got crazy on the pigs
I told Ez hop up out the whip

You know I gotta peel
30 seconds later
All dem people heard was tires squeal
Trappin high speed

Play the back streets
You can come and cop
Just don't try to jack please
Cause my lil homie carry the stick

We ain't finna play wit a bitch
Trap wit da phone in da whip
Ain sold a nic inna minute
Trappin high speed

Play the back streets
You can come and cop
Just don't try to jack please
Cause my lil homie carry the stick

We ain't finna play wit a bitch
Trap wit da phone in da whip
Ain sold a nic inna minute huh