Who TF Up in My Trap

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (T-t-t-t-t-think we found a loophole)

Mmm, uh, mmm, mmm

Fuck up in my trap

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck is in my trap, man

Who the fuck, ayy (Ayy)

Who the fuck outside my trap?

Say you wanna cop a gram

Bitch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down

We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound

You don't have to be accurate when you got a 100 rounds

Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground

We got a 100 shots, I bet his body drop, I made a milli'

Servin' beef up in this bitch like Felix, shottas as we get to drop

Put one up in the head before I do that dirt, ain't got a cop

The choppa bullets rip the dread's bloods, leakin' on the locks

We shot at shit, you know I'm General

We don't care where you at? Bitch, you know we finish you

They say, "Lil Choppa bring what?", all them niggas know it's you

So, don't you hop up in my car

'Cause you know it's murder fool, yeah, yeah

Catch me in the trap wit' two Dracos up in my lap

And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crack like Bobby Brown

I had a shootout, seen his body drop

I can't lie, that shit was really fun

I don't know about you, thug

But I really love my guns

You see this .26? It got a switch and it can hold a drum

Play a Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's red rum

Tryna sell Choppa a strap? Ayy, he gon' take your gun

He seen me out and tried to give me dabs, I slapped him wit' my palm

I blow exotic, dope, exotic, gas you know it keep me calm (Ye, ye, ye)

We never stoppin', crashin' out until we see the police come

He seen me, got to shakin', so I know that nigga scared of us

Left blood up on the scene, but I don't think the scene was red enough

We spinned again, and dropped his body while I use the same gun

He ain't make it to the doctor, bitch it's DOA up in this gun

Did the drill, changed the barrel, ain't no case up on this gun

I dropped the opp, I made him twirl, it's ballerinas with this gun

Who the fuck outside my trap?

Say you wanna cop a gram

Bitch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down

We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound

You don't have to be accurate when you got a 100 rounds

Bullets hit the back of his neck

Put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah

Nigga, NLE the Top Shotta

I've been a problem but I seen him through the dogs, bitch (Who?)

Huh, yeah, you know we on that shotta shit

And it ain't no politics, bruh, you get jumped quick

(Who the fuck is? Who the fuck is?)

Uh, ain't no cap

(Who the fuck is? Who the fuck is?)

(Fuck is, who the fuck is?)