Trap Phone ft. Big KMula Lyrics

He flew em in I got em gone

Plays keep calling my trap phone

My bitch keep wondering what I'm on

I'm in the trap till the packs gone

He only ran up a 50

I ran up 100 in the city

If a nigga try to lic me

I swear them choppas get filthy

He flew em in I got em gone

Plays keep calling my trap phone

My bitch keep wondering what I'm on

I'm in the trap till the packs gone

He only ran up a 50

I ran up 100 in the city

If a Nigga try to lic me

I swear them choppas get filthy

I ran up a Hunnid by 100s and 50s

Diamonds in my mouth

I'm talking She leaking

I'm one of the hardest young niggas in The city

Young Rich Nigga

Got the whole gang With me

Nah I ain't lacking

Gotta keep the thing with me

Issa bad bitch for me

Vvs Johnny Dang piece for me

I just made 10 bands in my sleep for me

Aye lil bro wilding he popping pills for Real aye

My other brother wilding he catching Bodies for real

These Niggas act fake I'm too official

We really grew up we playing with Pistols

I got hit in my chest but his family Miss him

Big AR it shoot like missiles

He flew em in I got em gone

Plays keep calling my trap phone

My bitch keep wondering what I'm on

I'm in the trap till the packs gone

He only ran up a 50

I ran up 100 in the city

If a nigga try lic me

I swear them choppas get filthy

He flew em in I got em gone

Plays keep calling my trap phone

My bitch keep wondering what I'm on

I'm in the trap till the packs gone

He only ran up a 50

I ran up 100 in the city

If a Nigga try lic me

I swear them choppas get filthy

Hold up

Wait

I put double D Breast up on my semi

Pull up to the spot we got the adralls Percyies but we don't do mickies

Get the drop pull up to his whip

Curtis Jackson and give' em bout 50

No long range I'm shooting middies

Take that badboy like diddy

All these choppas with me

Feeling like Iraq

Young niggas out the window holler out splat

Ain't drinking Liquor don't do the clear or Jack

Sipping Wok and Yellow leaning like I'm Shaq

Poured a 4 in Mr Pure fruit punch

Baby we can't kick ion do the brunch

Dope hitting hard Bruising up my lungs

Free the gang Ratch Zeb Lil John

He flew em in I got em gone

Plays keep calling my trap phone

My bitch keep wondering what I'm on

I'm in the trap till the packs gone

He only ran up a 50

I ran up 100 in the city

If a nigga try to lic me

I swear them choppas get filthy

He flew 'em in I got 'em gone

Plays keep calling my trap phone

My bitch keep wondering what I'm on

I'm in the trap till the packs gone

He only ran up a 50

I ran up 100 in the city

If a Nigga try to lic me

I swear them choppas get filthy