Lyrics Let's Go Trap - Aystar, Flyo, Youngs Teflon

Let's Go Trap

Left no tracks
Legged it there one time with the spinner, had to head right back
You was talking all that smoke 'til you got your bestfriend whacked
When the slug just ripped through your joints, fam you don’t get them back
Sometimes it get like that
Let’s go trap
36 ones just came right there in the Tesco bags
, same type Esco had
Don’t try come with the fire I can’t even get no fags
Look, my price just went up
I’m a classic man I don’t chill on the block with the dusty dogs
Them broke boys have been chilling for time
When I swing around they’re like «yo G you gonna live a long time»
Some joke men
Be out here and they’re hoping
Got a bruck back with duct tape
Take care with it cause it’s broken
Unruly
I don’t do a Tom Foolery
My niggas came here shining
And they’re still taking your jewelry
Left no trace
Went there quick with the wap one time, never left no case
Filled that ting to the top, no I never left no space
I don’t think you’re listening rude boy when you step, roll safe
Didn’t want me to start jumping on these trap beats
Run up on that nigga with the MAC piece
Start dispersing those MAC sweets
Broad day
Like man’s not hot, no Big Shaq and no Asnee
One shot, I’ll turn his whole head into a pasty, bang
Joke men, just walked out of a grow ken
That’s a grow yard, I got with ya bitch
I just walked in like bitch grow them
That’s forty plants
Nigga that’s forty bands
Manna make the forty dance
Bitch they’re naughty pants
The price just went down
I said 2−10 for the Oz
But we landed 6 box
So for the Oz I only want 1−9s
Get food consigned
Do moves and shine
You got snitch niggas on your team
Rat niggas, only real yutes in mine
I’m in the booth with with a spliff
Or in a coupe with your bitch
You niggas ain''t on shit
And what nigga?
You niggas ain''t on piss
Big .44, you niggas ain’t on this
I’mma slide through and then cock that
And then aim that and then bang that stick
Nigga it’s curtains