Live From The Trap Lyrics

If she here she make it clap

If you here you getting packs

If I'm here I'm counting racks

Can you tell me where I'm at

If she here she make it clap

If you here you getting packs

If I'm here I'm counting racks

Reporting live from the trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Reporting live from the trap

Sick and I'm twisted just know that I'm gifted

I said I did it I'm doing this shit

Get it and flip it then stack up the digits

It's taller then midgets I'm getting it quick

Get in the air or get on the road

Don't even care just get them and go

Hit up the plug and get me some more

He showing love get mine for the low

Whole lotta guns don't think they for show

You playing games we kick in yo door

Whole lotta trees my niggas all grow

How many Ps don't even know

They getting high now I'm running low

Dispensary vibes my shit like a store

More flavors then baskins robins

I'm Batman and my niggas robin

I'm the trap man yea my niggas got it

Got a black strap sitting in my pocket

My stacks fat can't fit in wallets

My backpack got Louis on in it

I'm presidential feel like Obama

You play the fifty then I'll grab the tommy

I stay busy cuz I'm chasing commas

My life look like a movie don't it

If she here she make it clap

If you here you getting packs

If I'm here I'm counting racks

NCan you tell me where I'm at

If she here she make it clap

If you here you getting packs

If I'm here I'm counting racks

Reporting live from the trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Reporting live from the trap

I think that I'm going insane

They wanna blow out my brain

Just cuz I slang

Really been doing my thing

Getting on planes they think I'm moving cocaine

Really be getting the bread

I got on red they think I'm rolling with gangs

Stayed in my lane

Copped me a chain

Next I might go grab me a range

Enough of the talking bring out the coffin

They let the boss in i'm like a Martian

Looking for bargains must be a target

You're not my dogs so don't get to barkin

Know all your moves they think that I'm stalking

I'm not a fool you must be retarded

Bending the rules my waters uncharted

Kicking em' out man I'm feeling Martin

I'm eating good I see that they starving

I'm in the hood I'm chilling with mobsters

Pull up my hood if we have a problem

Covered in shells we calling him lobster

He's an imposter someone stop him

I'm with the robbers they with the coppers

I'm more like gold and they more like copper

Sonning these rappers I'm really they poppa

Damn life suite as grandma's Kool-Aid

You a Waterboy Bobby Boucher

I don't really do much but get paid

Get money and I stay out the way

If she here she make it clap

If you here you getting packs

If I'm here I'm counting racks

Can you tell me where I'm at

If she here she make it clap

If you here you getting packs

If I'm here I'm counting racks

Reporting live from the trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Reporting live from the trap