Trap Line Lyrics

This my trap line

Stay up through the night like a vampire

I don't sell lean but if I did it'd be thirty a line

How ya shit so low, who you get it from

It's classified

Asking all them questions, what you think you trying to cut me out

But with the weed, when it hit twelve fifteen, we shut the shop down

But if you want some Millie's, get up with me cuz the always round

Green fifteens, blue thirty boppas or some pink tens

Grey twenty's come once in a blue moon, you better tap in

Yellow fifteens but them rp fifteen bitches, bite a beast

Might not want the OP thirty cuz they gotta time release

Nigga asked me

What you mean them bitches gotta time release

I mean if you don't pop it right it might not kick 'till next week

But with the trees, we got everything, that you might need

High's, lows, baby's, bows, zaza straight from LB

Bows ranging anywhere from four fifty to twenty three

And I can find you za for twenty five, just gotta check and see

But we got highs too that look like za, for only fifteen

Real exotic, runts or sherblotty to the PBB's

So much fetty coming from them lows, feel like a PPP

My nigga fuck with banks so we need SS's n CVVs

I remember standing on the side with like an ounce

I get there at nine, when it hit twelve o clock, I'm running out

Now we bip the plays, I sell a pound before the sun come out

He gone hit me later, I just give 'em what he want for now

Middle-manning work, don't feel a way because I did it

Find the lowest number, then I add a couple hundred with it

We gone run this shit through and we ain't stopping till it finish

You ain't gotta buy it, bro don't got a problem with the ticket

If I front you work and you take too long, you fucked it up

If I front you work n you don't answer calls, you fucked it up

Even if you bring that money back, just know the price went up

And if you think you running off with that, just know you out of luck

Every nigga, that owe me money, niggas know wassup

My plug said, I'm gone front some extra pounds, so you can run it up

This shit be going fast, you wait too long, you ain't gone get enough

Nigga told me, hold it for hour

Told him that he gone be sour

Once that hour up, he call me my phone, that shit be gone like powder

And we swap the plays if I ain't good my bro gone hit the sale

We got power

We got motion

City ours

Everybody right here play they roll, we eating steak in towers

Ain't no cowards in my circle, bitch niggas get devoured

And I got my mojo with this shit I feel like Austin powers

I ain't selling ready, fucking with these ps, ran up thousands