Back To The Trap lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ]
f*ck, psh, psh (MIA JAY C)
f*ck, the biggest of the biggest (I hear you, JAY C)
The biggest of the biggest (Ayy, n*gga, huh)

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
Uh, I let these n*ggas have their run, I think I lost the flame
How the f*ck is you a rapper and you don't own a chain, n*gga?
How the f*ck you say you trappin', your spot never bang, n*gga?
What I took to Gary, I could've bought two bricks of 'caine, n*gga
f*ck the b*tch so long and good, I made her scream my name, n*gga
You can't go back to your hood, we is not the same, n*gga
I'm a different breed, that's why them n*ggas love to hate the Whoop
This sh*t off the love, I ain't never gotta tell a bro to shoot

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Evеry time I pop out, he gon' pop out, b*tch, that's how we movе
When I scratch off, he gon' let that switch off, put you on the news
You ain't never seen a hundred fifty thousand, all blues
Five hundred for the sweater I got on, this b*tch Rhude
You want bottles in my line, you know I got the cheapest number
I might come Escalade V 'cause I been grindin' all summer
Ask about me, they gon' tell you, "He a bad motherf*cker"
Real respected and protected, I ain't gon' lie, them n*ggas love me
You read the story 'bout them boys, nah, and they ain't goin' for nothin'
All I gotta do is push one and they pull up with them buttons
I'll shoot that b*tch in deep 'cause all my life I had to jump it
(I don't think these n*ggas wanna die, they know just how we bumpin')
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
Uh, I let these n*ggas have their run, I think I lost the flame
How the f*ck is you a rapper and you don't own a chain, n*gga?
How the f*ck you say you trappin', your spot never bang, n*gga?
What I took to Gary, I could've bought two bricks of 'caine, n*gga
f*ck the b*tch so long and good, I made her scream my name, n*gga
You can't go back to your hood, we is not the same, n*gga
I'm a different breed, that's why them n*ggas love to hate the Whoop
This sh*t off the love, I ain't never gotta tell a bro to shoot

[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
Huh, f*ck it, we back to the trap
Dog say he need a half of what, tell him bring a stack
When you pull up, don't sit in your car, just come to the back
You gon' start a war you play with us, we got too many straps
I got snappers on both sides of town, guess who back around?
Shout out to my white boy out in Cleveland, he be buyin' the browns
Yeah, all I do is get 'em and get some money when I'm feelin' down
If I'm the richest n*gga in the room, then I shouldn't be around
I just sit back and observe these n*ggas, man, these n*ggas clowns
Watch who you got in that water with you, they might let you drown
Main reason I be by myself when I go out of town
These n*ggas can't wait to tell your business when you not around
I do the Lanvin's or the Ricks, I don't even take pics
Amiri jeans with the Ricks, thirty on me, all slips
Walk in Prada, fresh as hell, I'm some of their best clientele
I'm thinkin', "If they really with me," only time'll tell
Yeah, my sh*t hit a lil' different 'cause my diamonds real
Don't bring no rodents 'round my n*ggas 'cause they grimy still
n*gga know the yick is fake and they buyin' 'em still
I let lil' bro behind the wheel 'cause he got drivin' skills
[Bridge: FMB DZ]
Huh, I got snappers on both sides of town, guess who back around?
Shout out to my white boy out in Cleveland, he be buyin' the browns
Yeah, all I do is get him and get some money when I'm feelin' down
If I'm the richest n*gga in the room, then I shouldn't be around

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
Uh, I let these n*ggas have their run, I think I lost the flame
How the f*ck is you a rapper and you don't own a chain, n*gga?
How the f*ck you say you trappin', your spot never bang, n*gga?
What I took to Gary, I could've bought two bricks of 'caine, n*gga
f*ck the b*tch so long and good, I made her scream my name, n*gga
You can't go back to your hood, we is not the same, n*gga
I'm a different breed, that's why them n*ggas love to hate the Whoop
This sh*t off the love, I ain't never gotta tell a bro to shoot