How the Fukk U Trappin
[Intro]
(Shut the fuck 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 shit lit
Can't fuck with you cause I know you a bitch
How the fuck you trappin? You ain't touching no bricks
Yea I'm cooking shit but I ain't talking no grits
Call Fluhkunxhkos man you know he gone step (man you know all my niggas gone step man)
Yea, nigga gone step, I'm showing shit, I feel like I'm John Wick
Hot boy, you know I stay on that hot shit
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 shit
Red lean, I isn't sipping no green shit
In the paint, yea I'm on that Karriem shit

[Verse]
Foreign hoes, and I'm with a Korean bitch
Just slimed a nigga, cause that boy on that green shit (Slimе, slime)
Fucking your bitch she gone rotatе, rich slime you know we upping that murder rate
50 bands you know my niggas gone let it shake
I'm quick charge man you know I won't hesitate
Popped a nigga, yea I sent him to hell gate
Got racks on me I feel like I'm Bill Gates
I'm hot as fuck, 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 shit will burn
Street nigga, I don't care bout no damn fame
Racks on me man you know I'm gone mantain
Fucked your bitch, now she fuck with my campaign
Fuck nigga, yall be rocking the same chains
Fuck your OG, we both got the same stain
[Hook]
Let's talk bout them sticks, lets talk bout them choppas I'm getting shit lit
Can't fuck with you cause I know you a bitch
How the fuck you trappin? You ain't touching no bricks
Yea I'm cooking shit but I ain't talking no grits
Call Fluhkunxhkos man you know he gone step (man you know all my niggas gone step man)
Yea, nigga gone step, I'm showing shit, I feel like I'm John Wick
Hot boy, you know I stay on that hot shit
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 shit
Red lean, I isn't sipping no green shit
In the paint, yea I'm on that Karriem shit