WORD OF MOUF PART 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got the trap back jumpin', I got the trap back (Trap back)
I got the Hellcat comin', f*ck your lil' Scat Pack (Scat Pack)
I got the .30 on me know it, I shoot at your back-back (Back-back)
We from the 'partments of Magnolia, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt (Bah, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Ridin' 'round with a f*ckin' MAC, yeah
And I'm posted on the block, like, "Where you at?" Yeah
I'll do anything for my f*ckin' slatt, yeah
Mix the lean with the Perky, feel relaxed, yeah
I got the racks, she know it, she know it
I got them racks in the club, I'ma throw it
Your b*tch on my di*k and you know she gon' blow it
You ain't got no racks, little n*gga, you blow it
You talkin' that sh*t then I beat you like Floyd
Mayweather money, lil' boy
Jump off the jet, in the 'Vette on them boys
I just bought a TEC, ain't no testin' us, boy
Keep you a vest when it's mess with us, boy
Sendin' them shots, not no messages, boy
Play with my name and it's death with it, boy
We gettin' them bricks off them Mexican boys
Talk down, I'm sendin' a set with us, boy
Thank God that I'm blessed, I'm a veteran, boy
I'm green, I'm slime like veteran child
You talkin' that sh*t, be that word of mouth
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out
Shoot at your man, shoot at your spouse
I stay in the trap, we gon' kill us a mouse
He snitch on the gang then we huntin' him down
My whip candy paint and it come off the ground
Monte Carlo SS
If I die, I'm a legend like XXX
666, you can meet lord death
When I shoot, I only hit the neck, only hit the neck
She suckin' di*k, she givin' neck
I'm royalty, you n*ggas pests
I keep it G, you n*ggas dress in dresses
Diamonds dancing' 'round my necklace
Not to disrespect, but n*ggas disrespecting on the gang
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got the trap back jumpin', I got the trap back (Trap back)
I got the Hellcat comin', f*ck your lil' Scat Pack (Scat Pack)
I got the .30 on me know it, I shoot at your back-back (Back-back)
We from the 'partments of Magnolia, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt (Bah, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt)

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
I had the C on my back just like a backpack (Woo)
f*ckin' that b*tch from the back, I'm grippin' her backfat (Woo)
Hop up out that new space coupe, painted it matte black
Ridin' 'round with the pistol in my lap, yellin' out "Slatt, slatt" (Doo, Matte)
Runnin' the street, got the burn in the street
And I'm serving the geek, got the bird in the street
On the block every day and the curb and the street
And I'm pushin' the weight, ain't no burden to me
It was urgent to eat just like curry to me
Got her eatin' the di*k, I ain't f*ckin' a freak
Gotta pay for the di*k, I ain't f*ckin' for free
Put the b*tch on her belly, she servant to me
Yeah, Thanksgiving, n*ggas turkey to me
Hop in the Hellcat, murkin' the street
I pass you up, all you heard was a screech
I pass your ho now she part of the team
Don't say my name 'less you part of the team (Always)
I'm sparking the thing until arteries bleed (Always)
Bro got a Drac' but the carbon with me (Always)
He need a cape 'cause he savin' a freak (Doo)
I'm in the street with the K on one knee
n*ggas can reach but ain't takin' a thing
I take your life, why you playin' with me?
I take your b*tch, have a stand with me
She suck the di*k with no hands for me
She even brought her a friend for me
A beast, a Loch Ness, came out the creek
Stand in that pus*y like it was a creek
Stand over the pus*y, make sure that it read (Always)
Hand over the shoulder, make sure that it reach
You n*ggas are pus*y like Officer Reid
Stand over the pus*y, make sure that it read (Always)
Ran down on a pus*y, he barely could speak
In front of his trap, we took all his weed
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got the trap back jumpin', I got the trap back (Trap back)
I got the Hellcat comin', f*ck your lil' Scat Pack (Scat Pack)
I got the .30 on me know it, I shoot at your back-back (Back-back)
We from the 'partments of Magnolia, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt (Bah, doo-doo-doo, blatt-blatt)