All I Kno Is Trap - Key Glock

G-L-O-C-K, ayy

The fuck?

Paper Route business, Taliban

I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap

I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back

Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack

All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

Okay, okay

South Memphis you know where I’m from

Got choppers just like Vietnam

I feel like I’m Rocko the Don

I’m ballin' just like no tomorrow

I might buy a gold Audemar

Your shit out the middle of the mall

Where the Visine that I bought?

Like Shaggy I’m ridin' with my dog

Kick in your trap like kung-fu

Finessin' you, check up the deuce

All this blue, I play for Duke

My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce

I’m ballin' hard, fourth quarter

I just fucked somebody’s daughter

Call up the plug, make an order

If we don’t agree, I extort him

I got them P’s on the way

I brought out my racks today

Nigga this shit not a game

You play, you get shot with two K’s

Ride with this shit like I’m Cain

Mask off and I got the flame

I’m a big dog Great Dane

Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap

I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back

Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack

All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

Put his brains on a pavement

I call the shots like Tom Brady

Choppers and Glocks like the navy

Dodgin' these hoes like The Matrix

Guttin' your bitch like I’m Jason

Slavin' your ho while you savin' her

Damn bro where your cape at, huh?

This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin'

Spent six figures on guns

Damn near a million on drugs

Forgis sit up like some dubs

Foreign clothes I’m still a thug

I feel like three-six, where the bud at?

Tommy gun act like a Rugrat

Ice on my neck, your bitch love that

Smokin' Backwoods 'til my lungs black

My chopper kickin' like FIFA

I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy

Come get your bitch off my penis

She suck me clean, algae eater

I got more stripes than a bengal

I got more stripes than a zebra

Somebody please call Adidas

And tell 'em to sponsor Glock Season

I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap

I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back

Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack

All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

The fuck?

Ayy, ayy