Rap & Trap

Trafficking them thangs its been fucking with my mind
250 came I got eight different kind
Rap and trap, do it at the same time
Oak Cliff nigga, handling business on Pine
Sign a major deal, nigga, I come from selling dimes
Got a couple bricks on my neck, ain't lying
Get a nigga smacked for all that talkin' out of line
Put her on a plane, that's how you know she mine

Real roadrunner last six months, 500, it's a cold summer
Phone still ringing off the hook, I been doing numbers
Been on a million dollar run, last six summers
Last time I looked at my account, seen \$600k
All clean money, 448, I come from that triple beam money
Nigga still bragging bout a hundred, he ain't seen money
Walkin' round back, back pack full, both pockets swole
I can tell them ain't the ones, nigga just off the nose
Making profit off the highs, but I fuck with the lows
Nigga ain't no rules in that trap, anything goes
Nigga ain't no rules in that trap, get anything sold
Bro, fuckin' with the yellow, so I came Rose
Love this niggaa like my blood brother, work the same load
Dead broke in that trap with the same clothes

Trafficking them thangs its been fucking with my mind
250 came I got eight different kind
Rap and trap, do it at the same time
Oak Cliff nigga, handling business on Pine
Sign a major deal, nigga, I come from selling dimes
Got a couple bricks on my neck, ain't lying
Get a nigga smacked for all that talkin' out of line
Put her on a plane, that's how you know she mine