[Intro]
Bighead on the beat
Aye, uh, aye, uh
Check, check, uh, huh, aye
[Hook]
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac
Thirties with the dirty mag
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
Check the trap, check the trap
[Verse 1]
Aye, Flash, I took them bags
I took the work, I took 'em down
We took 'em down for 30 pounds on the other side of town
I'ma run them bitches down when I run them bitches down
Aye, Bally, I took the ball
I took the work, I took it all
I took the blocks and the drop and the jocks and the pot
I didn't stop, I came off, I took the bottom and the top
We took the bottle and the top
My Uber driver ride around with dogs in the spot
It's all in the spot
Blocks dropping off if they calling or not
I couldn't fuck with her because she calling a lot
Like, I don't say it's 32 locks on all of my spots
Now the locksmith alive, they walking [?] in my spot
It's not a cat burglar alive that ever won at the trap
I'm a one of a guy, I give him one in his eye
[Hook]
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac
Thirties with the dirty mag
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
[Verse 2]
I speak for Yams, I need some grams
No pretend, the goop is in
5% tints, but I'm charging niggas 2%
I'm too legit to quit, in the trap, bitch, I'm too legit
Fish scale, fish tail, goofy fisher bucket hat
Gleetchie Mane, a fisher man, instant likes, Instagrams
Mix the pints in here, man, whipping up a blizzard, ain't it
I'ma check the temperature and I'ma drink these chemicals
I don't check the 'Gram no more 'cause [?] we digital
Five pound living room, twin Glocks identical
Shoot a nigga testicles, and his arm, tentacles
Slide through professional, stiff arm
I dropped the cum off at the rest of you
[Hook]
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac
Thirties with the dirty mag
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
Check the trap, check the trap
Bighead on the beat
Aye, uh, aye, uh
Check, check, uh, huh, aye
[Hook]
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac
Thirties with the dirty mag
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
Check the trap, check the trap
[Verse 1]
Aye, Flash, I took them bags
I took the work, I took 'em down
We took 'em down for 30 pounds on the other side of town
I'ma run them bitches down when I run them bitches down
Aye, Bally, I took the ball
I took the work, I took it all
I took the blocks and the drop and the jocks and the pot
I didn't stop, I came off, I took the bottom and the top
We took the bottle and the top
My Uber driver ride around with dogs in the spot
It's all in the spot
Blocks dropping off if they calling or not
I couldn't fuck with her because she calling a lot
Like, I don't say it's 32 locks on all of my spots
Now the locksmith alive, they walking [?] in my spot
It's not a cat burglar alive that ever won at the trap
I'm a one of a guy, I give him one in his eye
[Hook]
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac
Thirties with the dirty mag
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
[Verse 2]
I speak for Yams, I need some grams
No pretend, the goop is in
5% tints, but I'm charging niggas 2%
I'm too legit to quit, in the trap, bitch, I'm too legit
Fish scale, fish tail, goofy fisher bucket hat
Gleetchie Mane, a fisher man, instant likes, Instagrams
Mix the pints in here, man, whipping up a blizzard, ain't it
I'ma check the temperature and I'ma drink these chemicals
I don't check the 'Gram no more 'cause [?] we digital
Five pound living room, twin Glocks identical
Shoot a nigga testicles, and his arm, tentacles
Slide through professional, stiff arm
I dropped the cum off at the rest of you
[Hook]
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac
Thirties with the dirty mag
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
In the trap, in the trap
Check the trap, check the trap
( Yung Gleesh )
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