Walk in the Trap lyrics

[Chorus]
[?] Didn't get the phone
I missed four f*cks, that's 200 bones
Told that dumb b*tch, "Get out my home"
Put the b*tch in the grass like a garden gnome
This a Benz truck, it's not a Jeep
I'm so high like Lil Peep
I'm so high like Juice WRLD
AAAAAAAAH
Walk in the trap like AHH
Walk in the trap and flip the whole f*ckin' bag

[Verse 1]
(Trapaholics)
(Real trap sh*t)
Yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Been the same n*gga since a little boy
All these n*ggas talkin', tell 'em stop the noise
I walk in the trap, I kick in the door
I grab the fork, I grab the bowl
My b*tch mad, tell her cut the sto'
Cook so much, broke the wholе stove
I'm the freshеst n*gga that you ever saw
So fresh, dressed like I broke the law
Break a n*ggas neck, break a n*ggas jaw
Hit a n*gga so hard, break his whole jaw
I snap a lil' n*gga's whole neck
I flip a n*gga like a Tech Deck
Trap so hard, I broke the stove
Trap so hard, kick in the door
[Verse 2]
So fresh a n*gga might run for president
I get mad money, that sh*t evident
Trap so hard, leave no evidence
n*gga hating on me, but he ain't relevant
I got more b*tches than Bernie Mac
Don't know a n*gga, can't give him dap
That b*tch wasn't with me when I was in the trap
That b*tch wouldn't eat that, she better trap
I trap so hard I have two phones
These broke n*ggas need to leave me alone
I'm not a banker, can't give you a loan
I was in the streets, you got a student loan
I like a dumb b*tch with a fat ass
I done sold molly, I done sold glass
Sold a n*gga molly, it was really glass

[Verse 3]
I walk in the trap, I grab the scale
Grab the bags, grab the dope
Ran out of dope; grab the soap
b*tch knockin, get the door
Got 3 for 20s, got 5 for 4
If I ran out of I dope, I better pray to God
I might ran out of I dope, I won't get a job
I can sell dope anywhere I go
Sell a penguin dope in the north pole
I sell that sh*t rain, sleet, or snow
n*gga, blow my money on [?]
I got my first oxy pill from my mom
I don't think I can get a job
I f*ck a n*gga b*tch even though it feel wrong
I'm rappin' like Tupac on this song
RIP Tupac, that n*gga's gone
If he was here though he couldn't make this song
I rap better than Kendrick Lamar
I rap better than J Cole
I rap better than Biggie Smalls
My first plug gave me two 8-balls
Rick Owens on, I didn't get it at the mall
I'm the freshest n*gga you ever saw
Freshest n*gga that came from the 203
n*gga, play with your b*tch, don't play with me
Break a n*gga jaw, knock out all his teeth
[Chorus]
I [?] my b*tch, didn't get the phone
I missed four f*cks, that's 200 bones
Told that dumb b*tch, "Get out my home"
Put the b*tch in the grass like a garden gnome
This a Benz truck, it's not a Jeep
I'm so high like Lil Peep
I'm so high like Juice WRLD
AHH
Walk in the trap like AHH
Walk in the trap I flip the whole f*ckin' bag

[Verse 4]
Walk in the Gucci store, buy what I want
I don't look at the f*cking tag
Like Gucci Mane in '06
Gucci shoes, kick a b*tch right out the whip
Louie V signs on both wrists
Sippin so much, I got purple p*ss

[Outro]
Yeah
AHH