All I Kno Is Trap

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G-L-O-C-K
 G-L-O-C-K, ayy
 The fuck?
 Paper Route business, Taliban
 I pledge allegiance to the streets, yup, all I know is trap
 I'm Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
 Two black straps, let 'em fly, Jill and Jack
 All I do is stack, rack after rack
 Okay, okay
 South Memphis, you know where I'm from
 Got choppers just like Vietnam
 I feel like I'm Rocko the Don
 I'm ballin' just like no tomorrow
 I might buy a gold Audemar
 Your shit out the middle of the mall
 Where the Visine that I bought?
 Like Shaggy, I'm ridin' with my dog
 Kick in your trap like kung-fu
 Finessin' you, check up the deuce
 All this blue, I play for Duke
 My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
 I'm ballin' hard, fourth quarter
 I just fucked somebody's daughter
 Call up the plug, make an order
 If we don't agree, I extort him
 I got them P's on the way
 I brought out my racks today
 Nigga, this shit not a game
 You play, you get shot with two K's
 Ride with this shit like I'm Cain
 Mask off and I got the flame
 I'm a big dog, Great Dane
 Glock, I bet your bitch know the name
 I'm just a young rich nigga, shit, all I do is trap
 I'm Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
 Two black straps, let 'em fly, Jill and Jack
 All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
 Put his brains on a pavement
 I call the shots like Tom Brady
 Choppers and Glocks like the navy
 Dodgin' these hoes like The Matrix
 Guttin' your bitch like I'm Jason
 Slavin' your ho while you savin' her
 Damn bro, where your cape at, huh?
 This gas so loud, man I can't hear nothin'
 Spent six figures on guns
 Damn near a million on drugs
 Forgis sit up like some dubs
 Foreign clothes, I'm still a thug
 I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
 Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
 Ice on my neck, your bitch love that
 Smokin' Backwoods 'til my lungs black
 My chopper kickin' like FIFA
 I'm ballin', I need an arena, ayy
 Come get your bitch off my penis
 She suck me clean, algae eater
 I got more stripes than a bengal
 I got more stripes than a zebra
 Somebody, please call Adidas
 And tell 'em to sponsor Glock Season
 I'm just a young rich nigga, shit, all I do is trap
 I'm Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
 Two black straps, let 'em fly, Jill and Jack
 All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
 The fuck?
 Ayy, ayy
 G-L-O-C-K
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
1
Tempo
126 BPM

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