Trap Back ft. Flowso Lyrics

Yeah

We bringing trap back

Stuffed three p's inside my backpack

Prayin' til somebody hear me screamin

I don't know it's angels or it's demons

Dreamin' bout the money I be feinding

Trigger finger itchin' for a reason

I don't know nobody harder than me

Killed the competition, started with me

Tote my heat so much and I be in the streets

The labels won't even barter with me

Love it when I talk about the trap

Late nights that Cali, comin' back

Za p's stinkin' up the

Spin back seal it with the vac

Shit been feelin' spooky on the road

Every hour, bows been getting sold

Back and forth, feel like I sold my soul

Hangin' and I'm closer to my goals

Sweatin' while I'm pickin' up the load

Both feel the pack if its stale or if it's old

Know it's only purple cause it's cold

Plug was movin' wocky he got Zo'd

Knockin' on his door, a nigga owe

I don't front nobody, I don't know

That way ain't no way you runnin' off

Shakin' down your granny for the doe

We bringing trap back

Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack

GG number four, and purple haze

I got that thrax pack

Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack

And it's full of blues, you front your move

My shit go

Had to zo he was movin' wocky

Folding paper like it's origami

Mix the runts with the new biscotti

50 p's mobbing through the lobby

Got that power, bitch, we Ghost and Tommy

That's the reason why these bitches on me

The pussy good and the head was sloppy

I might take her for a brand new body

Fuck her good, she runnin' while she screamin

I be cooling talking to my demons

Trap back, baby, you should see it

Think we givin' freebies on the weekend

What you buyin'? Maybe I can match it

I just did 50 off the back end

Bitch, stop callin' me while I'm trappin

Get it whole and break it down to fractions

That's the way

We just flooded New York with some Cali plates

You just send an addy, we gon' have it there by Saturday

Fuck what all these rappers, say I do more on an average day

Everything is Gucci like my luggage in the baggage claim

We bringing trap back

Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack

GG number four, and purple haze

I got that thrax pack

Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack

And it's full of blues, you front your move

My shit go