Trap With No Strap lyrics

[Intro]
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap (DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back (Go get 'em!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac (Hoodrich)
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap (Go get 'em!)
They sending them through the front and the back (Pablo!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac (Hoodrich King)
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap

I'm about to be on some real murder sh*t, man
(Hoodrich, b*tch)
(Hoodrich)
Any n*gga that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money
Or ever said any jealous bullsh*t (Ooh) about me is f*cking dead
(Hoodrich, b*tch)
[Chorus]
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap (DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back (Go get 'em!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac (Hoodrich, b*tch)
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap (Go get 'em!)
They sending them through the front and the back (Pablo!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap

[Verse 1]
Hanging with junkies, I was breaking down the trap
Trapping millions of dollars like money man robber
My ese no Griselda he send me the Berretas
Them chickens, I bust 'em down, I f*cking bust them down
Go in the club with my metal
I keep a fifty on me longway n*gga
I trap with a strapped up .30
When you close your eyes, I ah stab your mother
Trap with no strap, had to teach you a lesson
I keep the stitches on my Smith & Wesson
Answer my door with the pump
Got a hundred round cover on my Tec like I’m playing Tekken
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you second guessing?
f*ck the police, dont play with me, n*gga
They gon' catch me wit it
'Fore they catch me without it (Catch me with it!)
And them pus*y n*ggas gon' still have to catch me
[Chorus]
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back (Go get 'em!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap (Go get 'em!)
They sending them through the front and the back (Pablo!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap

[Verse 2]
Don’t come to the block where they calling your bluff
Young n*gga run up, don’t give a f*ck
With that chopper, I’m ready to shoot out
All I’m gonna tell you is, “Hurry up, get it up”
I got junkies that’s robbing for dust
Trap with a strap is a must
I know these n*ggas f*ck with me
But I gotta keep it, just to remind you I’ll really put yo ass in the ground
Pull out the strap and I bust (Ooh!)
Just trap with the strap at the gumps
And it's up like Michael Vick, second half
Had to drop off the sack to my brothers
And I still trust the [?] more than [?]
Still have other people, might do a [?]
Yeah, they shooting on these corners, with .38
On Candler Road when I jumped off the porch
[Chorus]
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back (Go get 'em!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap
What the f*ck was you thinking? Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young n*ggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap (Go get 'em!)
They sending them through the front and the back (Pablo!)
Fire his ass up for the sack and the pack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac (DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
First rule I learned: don't trap with no strap (Hoodrich, b*tch)