Текст песни In Da Trap - Tpl

Ay, Tefo made this one
Ay, Tefo made this one

Bro told me that these streets are fake
Your closest friend is the ting on your waist
Hope this print ain't bait
Still crash corn in 17th place
Still lurk round in the 17th side
Hands in the sky when I reach my side
Why cap,? Why lie?
Shh got bored, now he don't feel right
He got split and peeled like banana
Chinged in the trap, that's instant karma
Spin this ride like a chair at the barbersHe got chinged
Try send him to his father
Elegance like Rara
Now we'vе got splash, have him squirting like Shanda
Back to the trap, I'm a full timе grafter
Bedroom bully, I'm known as a father
Free all the G's and paigons too
Give a red light, still crash on that yute
Couldn't give a toss if you're old or new
Them exit wounds might need some glue
Hot seat settings, don't be that yute
I'm with Pirate so we need that loot
In this hooptey with about four yutes
When you leave your yard, better tie them boots

In the trap with 2's
I've got the pump and he's got the uz'
Whipping, bagging up food
She's shaking her arse, I told her to move
We've got unlimited food
I've got the drop, we'll be there soon
Drill it in Nike or designer shoes
We do shit bait, can't leave no clues
In the trap with 2's
I've got the pump and he's got the uz'
Whipping, bagging up food
She's shaking her arse, I told her to move
We've got unlimited food
I've got the drop, we'll be there soon
Drill it in Nike or designer shoes
We do shit bait, can't leave no clues

And I heard there's beef, kickback made the boy run faster
Woosh went bang, now he's thinking "Ah, nah"
The truth sets you free, my bro plead guilty, still in the Wokhouse
Free all the G's and paigons too
When you touch road, you're finna get gunned down
Give the green light, he'll rip your guts out
Now I'm tryna get down the last ones left
I love it when I hear another one got benched
Majority of them been bored, what a trend
This life that I live ain't a film, condemned
No message, your boy got sent
Put faith in the blicks if the rambo bends
How many wounds did the paigons collect?
Word of advice, better use them legs
Cheap A, ain't into the ounces
Pebbles in a box, turned that into thousands
Hungry so we break down houses
Eat all your greaze, consume your allowance
Pink notes in the trap I'm counting
Pigs be vexed 'cause the bands ain't bouncing
Prey in sight, get straight to the pouncing
Since the hands been known for the slicing
Excellent finish, done did by bro
Exit wounds, no tiny holes
Don't freeze when you see this pole
He got blicked, he was chatting the most
They keep telling me "No"
No nigga, come and hold this smoke
On the strip, we slang that crow
In 02, we slang that snow

In the trap with 2's
I've got the pump and he's got the uz'
Whipping, bagging up food
She's shaking her arse, I told her to move
We've got unlimited food
I've got the drop, we'll be there soon
Drill it in Nike or designer shoes
We do shit bait, can't leave no clues
In the trap with 2's
I've got the pump and he's got the uz'
Whipping, bagging up food
She's shaking her arse, I told her to move
We've got unlimited food
I've got the drop, we'll be there soon
Drill it in Nike or designer shoes
We do shit bait, can't leave no clues

Ay, Tefo made this one
Ay, Tefo made this one