T.R.A.P. (Pack Gone) - Big Scoob, B-Legit, Boogieman

I’ma get it regardless

Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded

Look who does it the hardest

A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist

I make it look good when I do it

I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn

I’m a pusher so I move it, move it

Fuck with me, I get the pack gone

Fuck with your boy get the pack gone

Can’t keep up with the demand, get my trap on (my trap on)

Traffic and package no melon

My chrome’s on the trill, they got nothing to thrill on

I move with the night and my wife, get the hell on

Don’t leave too much for my neighbors to tell on

I face-to-face meet and I’m cool on them cellphones

You say Boogie got you

For what, bitch?

Your scale wrong

I been here before

Ask the tall and the cell wrong

They can’t tell me shit, ain’t no talking, the bell home

I know what it is, I signed up for this shit

I’m equipped with the gift and came up in the mix

It’s a bull-headed bitch but we joined at the hip

Man, she stay on the strip, acrobatically fit

Automatically shift, back-to-back for that fix

I’m a savage at this

For that cabbage we grit, bitch

I’ma get it regardless

Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded

Look who does it the hardest

A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist

I make it look good when I do it

I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn

I’m a pusher so I move it, move it

Fuck with me, I get the pack gone

Fuck with your boy, get the pack gone

If you need me quick, hit me up on that trap phone

Before I leave, I lace my boots, put my strap on

She ask who I’m with I said «Just me and 9's own»

Crooked’s main field, I’m your neighborhood pusher

I’m Scarface when you fucking with my sister

I wake up early morning just to hit the cook up

Then post up on the block and tell 'em all I got the hook-up

The way I move shit, I can’t help it, I’m gifted

I called you, didn’t pick up, it’s your fault you missed it

Got more serves, I’m gon' swerve, might hit the block when I come back

If you give me 'bout a nine dog I pull up with that get back

Don’t fuck with these rappers, I look up to street guys

Fuck all your features, blood, I got real street ties

If it make money, then you know I touched that

Big Fella gotta get a job, lookin' here, nigga, fuck that

I’ma get it regardless

Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded

Look who does it the hardest

A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist

I make it look good when I do it

I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn

I’m a pusher so I move it, move it

Fuck with me, I get the pack gone

Trap addict and back at it with bad habits

Gotta wrap it in hard plastic before you blast it

Problematic, I’m hog-hatted and never acted

And before I was rappin' I made that bag happen

For homies, they all know me, ain’t nothing phony

I be all on my lonely until there’s macaroni

I be all on my lonely I got that pack up on me

Now try running up on me and watch me you leave holy

West nigga, a fresh nigga with best buds

I pressed niggas and blessed niggas who spread love

They ain’t knowing what this trap game really 'bout

Running up another check, never running out

Jack city, with mack with me, we moving quickly

About a hundred-and-fifty I’m try’na move a city

Trap artists, the hardest, who try’na move it with me?

Cause I’ma get it regardless, it really ain’t no biggie

I’ma get it regardless

Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded

Look who does it the hardest

A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist

I make it look good when I do it

I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn

I’m a pusher so I move it, move it

Fuck with me, I get the pack gone