How the Fukk U Trappin lyrics

[Intro]
(Shut the f*ck up)
(Ray, you're glowing)
Yuh, aye, El jefe
Aye, yuh

[Hook]
Let's talk bout them sticks, lets talk bout them choppas I'm getting sh*t lit
Can't f*ck with you cause I know you a b*tch
How the f*ck you trappin? You ain't touching no bricks
Yea I'm cooking sh*t but I ain't talking no grits
Call Fluhkunxhkos man you know he gone step (man you know all my n*ggas gone step man)
Yea, n*gga gone step, I'm showing sh*t, I feel like I'm John Wick
Hot boy, you know I stay on that hot sh*t
In the foreign and I pulled up with killtech
Green on me, man I feel like the Celtics
I'm outside, all my opps on that scary sh*t
Red lean, I isn't sipping no green sh*t
In the paint, yea I'm on that Karriem sh*t

[Verse]
Foreign hoes, and I'm with a Korean b*tch
Just slimed a n*gga, cause that boy on that green sh*t (Slimе, slime)
f*cking your b*tch she gone rotatе, rich slime you know we upping that murder rate
50 bands you know my n*ggas gone let it shake
I'm quick charge man you know I won't hesitate
Popped a n*gga, yea I sent him to hell gate
Got racks on me I feel like I'm Bill Gates
I'm hot as f*ck, cause I just got a court date
In Atlanta, but I trap out my birth place
Got sticks on me but I ain't doing no steel gang
Diamonds on me and they hitting like bluray
Got wock in and its lookin like Kool Aid
Got a choppa and you know that sh*t will burn
Street n*gga, I don't care bout no damn fame
Racks on me man you know I'm gone mantain
f*cked your b*tch, now she f*ck with my campaign
f*ck n*gga, yall be rocking the same chains
f*ck your OG, we both got the same stain
[Hook]
Let's talk bout them sticks, lets talk bout them choppas I'm getting sh*t lit
Can't f*ck with you cause I know you a b*tch
How the f*ck you trappin? You ain't touching no bricks
Yea I'm cooking sh*t but I ain't talking no grits
Call Fluhkunxhkos man you know he gone step (man you know all my n*ggas gone step man)
Yea, n*gga gone step, I'm showing sh*t, I feel like I'm John Wick
Hot boy, you know I stay on that hot sh*t
In the foreign and I pulled up with killtech
Green on me, man I feel like the Celtics
I'm outside, all my opps on that scary sh*t
Red lean, I isn't sipping no green sh*t
In the paint, yea I'm on that Karriem sh*t