Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap, artist - Yung Gleesh. Album song Gleesh, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Asylum Worldwide
Song language: English
Trap |
Bighead on the beat |
Aye, uh, aye, uh |
Check, check, uh, huh, aye |
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags |
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag |
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac |
Thirties with the dirty mag |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
Check the trap, check the trap |
Aye, Flash, I took them bags |
I took the work, I took 'em down |
We took 'em down for 30 pounds on the other side of town |
I’ma run them bitches down when I run them bitches down |
Aye, Bally, I took the ball |
I took the work, I took it all |
I took the blocks and the drop and the jocks and the pot |
I didn’t stop, I came off, I took the bottom and the top |
We took the bottle and the top |
My Uber driver ride around with dogs in the spot |
It’s all in the spot |
Blocks dropping off if they calling or not |
I couldn’t fuck with her because she calling a lot |
Like, I don’t say it’s 32 locks on all of my spots |
Now the locksmith alive, they walking in my spot |
It’s not a cat burglar alive that ever won at the trap |
I’m a one of a guy, I give him one in his eye |
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags |
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag |
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac |
Thirties with the dirty mag |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
I speak for Yams, I need some grams |
No pretend, the goop is in |
5% tints, but I’m charging niggas 2% |
I’m too legit to quit, in the trap, bitch, I’m too legit |
Fish scale, fish tail, goofy fisher bucket hat |
Gleetchie Mane, a fisher man, instant likes, Instagrams |
Mix the pints in here, man, whipping up a blizzard, ain’t it |
I’ma check the temperature and I’ma drink these chemicals |
I don’t check the 'Gram no more 'cause we digital |
Five pound living room, twin Glocks identical |
Shoot a nigga testicles, and his arm, tentacles |
Slide through professional, stiff arm |
I dropped the cum off at the rest of you |
I sit down with my dirty strap, sit down with them dirty bags |
Dirty going for 30 bags, walking with that dirty bag |
Holding racks, early man, tuh, with my dirty Mac |
Thirties with the dirty mag |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
In the trap, in the trap |
Check the trap, check the trap |