Lyrics Bands In The Trap - Smiles official, Tory Lanez

Bands In The Trap

Ripper on the beat, bitch
Let me hear it
Big bag, big bag, I’ma flip that
Work jumpin' out the gym, flex like a 6 pack (Yeah)
Got one up top and they’re saying that you’re topped
'Cause you already know that my shit cocked (Let it off)
Young nigga, I’m a problem (Pro-Problem)
Step back pullin' like hard (Ha-Hard)
Really livin' like snowfall (Snowfall)
I was on the block with a snowball (Ah ah ow)
Tell the truth, I don’t know y’all
We used to be 100 deep during roll call (True)
Y’all niggas was a no show (No show)
Never got no money got no hoes (True)
I ain’t never ever backed down (Back down)
You can check my resume check my background (Background)
Fell in love with a Pyrex (Pyrex)
I done sold more clean than a towelette (Woo)
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t-Don't talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t-Don't talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Gettin'-Gettin'-Gettin' to the money I don’t waste time (Die)
I was shakin' blocks on FaceTime
I was movin' packs on SnapChat
Fell asleep with the dogfood, cat nap
I was down bad breakin' down packs just to make ends meet (Yeah)
Niggas sat at the table and left with their plate so now they can’t eat
Everybody want a piece I’m a dope boy (Dope boy)
Grew up lookin' up to the king pin (King pin)
Put some niggas on their feet and you know boy
Now all my niggas ballin' like the big 10 (Yeah)
Everybody wanna scam brought the trap back (Back)
Self-motivated most niggas lack that (That)
Got 100 bands sittin' in the knapsack (Whip)
Louis V belt on my waist where the strap at (Hol' up)
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t-Don't talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap
Whole bunch of bands in the trap
Bunch of bad bitches puttin' hands on my lap
I’m on brick, put my mans on the map
Don’t-Don't talk cray, put the hand on the strap
Put the hand on the strap