All I Know - Dave East, Tray Pizzy

Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back

Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat

Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks

In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back

Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat

Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks

In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

Running hundred on your head, fill your top with lead

Far from fed

All my niggas starving, stomach feeling dead

Feeling fresh, I don’t know bout you but I can make it back

Take a pack, bring it to the hood, bet I make a stack

Harlem’s own, smokers call my phone when they want a fix

I can spit but I’m still up in the trap, I want a brick

Call my bluff, I just need some drugs, tired of being broke

Fuck the fame, got a lot of aim, let 'em see the scope

Bedroom full of white girl, let 'em see the coke

Rip a ounce right before I bounce, gotta flee the coast

Bitches know I can get it quick, all my shit legit

On the strip tryna make it flip, started out with nicks

Got the dimes coming from my I seen a lot of crime

Out my mind, you, you better watch your moms

All of me giving all I got, now I’m calling shots

Ballet pick my parking spot, shots light up the parking lot

Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back

Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat

Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks

In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back

Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat

Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks

In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

Back back, dare a nigga front, hit 'em with the pump

With the shits gun’ll eat a clip, take a shit and dump

What you want, I can promise nigga it ain’t this duck

Dip you a burger nigga I can get you flipped, get you clipped

I can get you hit, all I know is clap nigga

Brick half quarter chicken, all I know is trap nigga

Bottle, zip it, seal it get it, all I know is bag nigga

You a bitch, you be in the crib, you just rap nigga

Trap lord, no Ferg bi, name a drug and I served it

My named good and I earned it

They had the knob down and I turned it

Tried school but I ain’t learned shit

Kept it gully, that fern shit

Silence lambs, they ain’t heard shit

Yoga flame and I burn shit

Niggas wack, told 'em give it, y’all was murdered once

RIP Chinx, Riot Squad, word to Ferguson

Fuck your man raps, tell 'em that, I ain’t heard of son

Broke & Trippy, neighborhood, bitch I know you heard of 'em

Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back

Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat

Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks

In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back

Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a nigga flat

Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks

In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap