Song Lyrics

In the trap
Slam dunking like Julius
Pack going slam
Like Erving
Sipping while I'm whipping
So I'm swerving
Steady clientele
Making sales
Still serving
Pockets fat it look like
Aretha Franklin hidin' in them
Sliding through in something
So rude please excuse me
My wrist just farted nigga
Stay shittin' got them racks
Lined up five of them
Like a scrimmage

Trying to get to ten bands
Then I need fifty
Once I get it I'm a flip it
Bubble up like fifty.
I just met Pablo
My niggas painting shit
Like Picasso
Unless you got gas
For the dirt low
Breaking down a pound
Never bag it up
Serve it nine a Q
Re up then i weigh it up
Do the shit again
'Til I'm stacking times ten
No love in the streets
No buddies no friends

In the trap
Slam dunking like Julius
Pack going slam
Like Erving
Sipping while I'm whipping
So I'm swerving
Steady clientele
Making sales
Still serving
Pockets fat it look like
Aretha Franklin hidin' in them
Sliding through in something
So rude please excuse me
My wrist just farted nigga
Stay shittin' got them racks
Lined up five of them
Like a scrimmage

Niggas broke we could
Never be cool
Your bitch saying
You possessive but
You never had a band
In yo possession
I'm possessed money
Get all my attention and
Affection try to play me
Nigga you going need
Insurance and protection
Bombs away I'm war ready
If its beef then bombs away
Hit his family that's what
Happen when them bullets
Ricochet still gunning you
My target I won't rest until
You sleep in a hearse
Put wholes in his shirt
Knock his dick in the dirt
Some gasoline and a Bic is
All I need to clean the scene
Torch the evidence
Book smart nigga with
Street intelligence
More clever then most of
These niggas cause
They irrelevant you owe me
So I'm making my rounds
Yeah I'm collecting it
I'm not just another rapper
At Nuu era I'm the president
Not settling for Andrews
My nigga I want them Benjamin's
No duplicates no copies of him
Can't find a replicate
Top notch shit top shelf
You can't discredit this

In the trap
Slam dunking like Julius
Pack going slam
Like Erving
Sipping while I'm whipping
So I'm swerving
Steady clientele
Making sales
Still serving
Pockets fat it look like
Aretha Franklin hidin' in them
Sliding through in something
So rude please excuse me
My wrist just farted nigga
Stay shittin' got them racks
Lined up five of them
Like a scrimmage

Juan Boyd