Trap - Yung Gleesh

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