Trained to Trap lyrics

[Intro]
(RJBaNKS on the beat) Yeah, tell 'em, "Come join the movement"
What doing you toting that—, mm, can't get enough of bending
I be rapping, but my dawg can't get enough of spinning, I ain't never bending
You know we trained to trap, pus*y, ayy

[Chorus]
You know we trained to trap (Yeah), tell 'em, "Come join the movement" (Come here)
What you doing toting that Glock knowing you ain't gon use it? (What you doing, jit?)
I go back broke, it ain't no telling, b*tch, I might just lose it (Huh?)
It ain't sh*t to mask up late night and say, "f*ck this music," yeah (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
I be rapping, but my dawg can't get еnough of spinning
Go ask about me, b*tch, I'm solid, I ain't never bеnding
Know my face gator, get you whacked for not a f*cking penny (Glaow, baow)
Glock on my hip 'cause I got racks all in these f*cking skinnies (Ayy, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
n*ggas know me very well (Huh?)
When I say my n*ggas trap for real, this ain't no fairytale (Ayy, we trained to trap)
It's still free Taz, these n*ggas folding off an E in jail (Ayy, ayy, free my brother)
n*gga run up wrong, I'ma drop his ass, save me a chair in Hell, nah, for real (Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, baow, b*tch)
Them crackers know they f*cked up when they let my ass out (Huh?)
n*gga, pick a side, keep switching lanes, ya ass gon' crash out (Skrrt, glaow, baow)
Got a pot with fene, I let her spin until she pass out (Let her what?)
It was good when I was broke, came up, now I'm the bad guy (Mm)
You been outchea for the longest, how you still ain't made sh*t?
He low key got pressure, but don't never say sh*t
12 be on them iPhones, I don't never save sh*t (Huh?)
I love toting them Glocks, but that FN my favorite, yeah (For real)
Careful through the week, I know the narcs be out on Tuesday
Couldn't find no lean, so right now, I'm on this Dussé
You saying I ain't got my fire, it must be April Fools' Day (Ahahaha)
Thought I was packing clothes, I whipped that chopper out a suitcase (Grlaow, ayy, baow, baow, baow)
He my son, so I'm his dad, run up, that's a n*gga ass
Bigger stick, bigger bag, I see why these n*ggas mad
Bro been clutching on his tool, wanna squeeze that trigger bad
He said we ain't getting money, how the f*ck you figured that, lil' n*gga?
[Chorus]
You know we trained to trap (Yeah), tell 'em, "Come join the movement" (Come here)
What you doing toting that Glock knowing you ain't gon use it? (What you doing, jit?)
I go back broke, it ain't no telling, b*tch, I might just lose it (Grlaow, baow, baow; huh?)
It ain't sh*t to mask up late night and say, "f*ck this music," yeah (Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, baow)