Lost in the Trap - Ty

And it’s the peng, no question

Live in the T, detention

They couldn’t ever tarnish this

I hit the my whole strip

Got the guysdem benchin'

Pack in the pot I’m stretchin'

Any kind of drop man’s stretchin'

They couldn’t ever say man’s weak

But if they believe, recommend my bredrin

They couldn’t ever say man’s weak

But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off

One up bell in this bot

Two ton ting tryna turn man pot

Lost in the trap, I’m lost

A thousand text for the thousand rock

Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets

Doin' re- to a thousand prof'

Them other niggas spite their 'rex

Now E1's tryna fry man’s head

For the pack and the line invest

But that ain’t the right success

You ain’t got a line, you’re ments

So, how you gon' ride on them?

I never had a five in spreads

Done put weight on my line and benched

Starve when I bought my Q’s

Me and S went half on twos

Bitch, if you ain’t took that risk for the bread

Then you ain’t got a point of view

Tell me when you done that shit

Bando sleepin', awake to kids

I got love for this flick

This two ton ting could’ve left him pissed

Chat for Patch and get hit

I must trap, mash, invest and then flip

We went nuts on this strip

Tell my man go serve her this bits

Winchester for this stick

X banged it so how could it miss?

We trap mad, we did glid

When niggas weren’t out about on this shit

We was in the bando plan

That’s no prospect in the finest form

They said they’re gonna ride, it’s talk

Man spray pen like a line and chalk

You ain’t never seen five you bums

Last year, I lost five on drums

Bro said we can’t fly then rose

'Cause Pocus bando doin' up crumbs

Had to mix the ten with bosh

Cah I’m really on stretchin' prof'

Smoke in the left with Duff

Don, are they gonna catch this cough?

They wanna assure that love

Cah we got the corn on us

They couldn’t ever say man’s weak

But if they believe, recommend my bredrin

They couldn’t ever say man’s weak

But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off

One up bell in this bot

Two ton ting tryna turn man pot

Lost in the trap, I’m lost

A thousand text for the thousand rock

Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets

Doin' re- to a thousand prof'

I went and took a L October

December when I made it back

Moschino on my back

Could’ve wore Lou' but I wore my Avs

Why you gonna lie you tramp?

Better go find your dash

I went and put a typh' in racks

Sleep over with the line and cats

I never had a five in spreads

My brudda really died, it’s ments

Never could I reside in friends

Grab the Ben-10, put life in them

Free TT Wap, that’s fling

Buss down men on the bussy ting

No one ain’t help man out on no trench

They took my step like a gusty wind

Wait, fling, fling this weight

Doin' up discus bait

Last time, me, D Sav in the ride

FY tryna wig man bait

I really did rev fourth gear to the max power

Never could catch this case

Blue lightin' in the rears there

I ain’t even gonna tap my breaks

And, how the fuck we lost bands and Patch?

I was with my little bros front linin'

I was really tryna see P shinin'

All the grindin' done fuck up the timin'

No toleration, just ridin'

Hoover stick ain’t nuttin' like Dyson

TT don’t know 'bout hypin'

Headshot, earshot, do him like Tyson

Had to mix the ten with bosh

Cah I’m really on stretchin' prof'

Smoke in the left with Duff

Don, are they gonna catch this cough?

They wanna assure that love

Cah we got the corn on us

They couldn’t ever say man’s weak

But if they believe, recommend my bredrin

They couldn’t ever say man’s weak

But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off

One up bell in this bot

Two ton ting tryna turn man pot

Lost in the trap, I’m lost

A thousand text for the thousand rock

Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets

Doin' re- to a thousand prof'