Dont want that lyrics

[Intro: Backend]
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Backend]
I got this b*tch up on my line, yeah, she tryna f*ck me
I got this b*tch up on my line, yeah, she said she love me
I got this b*tch up on my body, I don't want that
I got this b*tch up on my body, I don't need that
I'm still stuck up in the motherf*ckin' damn trap
I just think I can't get out, but I ain't in the trap
I got this b*tch up on my line, like "Boy, get out the trap"
b*tch, I love the trap, I came out the trap
b*tch, I am the trap-trap-trap-trap
Trap n*gga, trap n*gga, you ain't really trap
Yeah, I walk up in the party, I got a lot of drugs
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah, I'm that n*gga
Tryna rob me, pus*y boy you gon' see what's up
Ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm with L's, n*gga
Yeah we got 'em guns, yeah he got a gun
b*tch I got a gun, come and see what's up
That's yo' ass, n*gga

[Verse 2: slaywitme]
That's yo' ass, n*gga
Run the bag up, then I flex on a n*gga
n*gga talkin' on the net, he won't pull the trigger
Flex a [?] yeah, I make my bands bigger
My n*ggas gettin' money, so my n*ggas neva' ratchet
Trapgoth, hoes, hold on [?]
n*gga run up, then I'm finna blow
b*tch, I'm in yo' hood, n*gga, what's happenin'?
Flexing on a [?], this a bad habit
b*tch, gonna suck the di*k like a bad [habit?]
n*ggas hatin' on us, 'cause they know they can't have it
I got all the weed, so you know I'm always [?]
b*tch, I'm in New York streets, n*gga, what's happenin'?