Resurrect The Trap

What up?

Birdman pass.

Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah. Shittin' on 'em, diamonds hittin' on 'em, this shit goin' on. Feds listenin',

I can't talk about no business on the phone.

Took a trip, went up top, came back with nothin' but some bones.

Dope boy money, trap house jumpin', ain't nothin' in this bitch but a stove.

More blessings, more motion, more millions, let's get to the M's. How I went from L's all in my classes to F's on my rims.

Man, fuck it, everybody got a colored, I'm goin' black badge.

Thousand horses, TRX8 when I'm ridin' past. Diamonds hit, make a wish, see some shootin' stars when I talk.

Yeah, nigga, I'm the definition of who woulda ever thought.

I don't really got a lot of patience, broke shit get me aggravated.

I know a lot of these niggas be cap, it look like we at a graduation. I don't like linkin' up with niggas, these niggas be

Uncle Toms.

Fresh as fuck, hop out a foreign truck, they thought I was goin' to prom. Duckin' the RICO, all this ice, I feel like Sub-Zero. She know I'm a boss,

I'm all in her jaw, she ain't fuck you, you a Nemo.

I'm hot now, every time a nigga pop out, it's a movie scene. Flexin' on 'em, shittin' on 'em, painted the

Rolls Royce doodle green. Huh, this for the real niggas locked up doin' time.

Huh, this for the trap niggas just stay down and grind.

Huh, this for the street niggas, we holdin' this shit down.

Huh, this for them fuck niggas who ain't wanna see me shine. Huh, this for the hatin' bitches, I'ma make you mad too.

Huh, this for the niggas talkin', I'm on your ass too.

Huh, this for Benjamin Franklin, I like my cash blue. Huh, you ain't gotta hate on a nigga, you can get a bag too.

Piss off.

Whole lotta money, whole lotta cars.

Bentleys, TRX, 'Vettes, Rolls Royce.

I got too many choices.

My long nights in the trap paid off.