Back on That Trap Shit - Lotto Savage, Dae Dae

I just copped a Lam and a Rover

I just flooded my wrist with diamonds and gold

I just hit the kids and dropped a deuce

I just dropped a Percocet and Xan in my juice

I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit

Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit

I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit

Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit

Don slaughter

Yeah, yeah, back on that trap shit

Meet me when I rap shit

Fuck around and get clapped bitch

Yeah, ha ha, the trap house boomin'

J’s knocking at the door lookin' for the blow

Yeah we got it boomin'

We taking them packs and we bustin' them down

In the hood I’m the one with the pounds

Got weed, got molly, got soft, got hard

Got Percocet, lower, xans, and the bars

The trapper of the year, I won me a trophy

I got on four rings and I feel like I’m Kobe

Skrt, skrt, skrt skrt skrt skrt

I whip my shit up and it jump out the bowl

Use the eggbeater just to whip up the bowl

Don’t play ‘bout my money don’t play ‘bout my kids

We serve out the back, know we keep them extensions

We trappin', tryna turn a crumb to a milly

We trap in the day and we trap in the night

We trappin' just to make a motherfuckin' living

We copped that rollie flooded with ice

I just copped a Lam and a Rover

I just flooded my wrist with diamonds and gold

I just hit the kids and dropped a deuce

I just dropped a Percocet and Xan in my juice

I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit

Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit

I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit

Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit

Slatt life, love life

Savages, havin' it

Bad bitch, she not average

Bags in, stack ‘em up

Rollie on, try your luck

Two stone, that my brother

Too each his own, I’m that nigga

Please go, hating nigga yeah

Went back home like I left something

Glock on me eating breakfast, spatula

I’m the don don cookin' up

You can run run, fill ‘em up

These niggas ain’t fuckin' with us

You ain’t in the hood whippin'

You ain’t in the trap duckin'

This that trap shit

Four hoes in that holy ghost

Rose gold on that rollie ho

Pour up a four in that Fanta, woah

Four four like I’m four checks

Two O’s, I been sellin' crack

Still in the trap faithfully

Came from staying down, I just came up

I done fucked around and

I just copped a Lam and a Rover

I just flooded my wrist with diamonds and gold

I just hit the kids and dropped a deuce

I just dropped a Percocet and Xan in my juice

I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit

Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit

I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit

Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit