[Intro: Greasy P]

Hey, aye

Aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Greasy P]

I pull up, flexing on a motherfucker (yuh)

Wishing I could dip up on another sucker (yuh)

Lean up in a pint because I'm sipping thirsty

Shout out to my mama, she the queen who birthed me

First we'll see who throw down if you cross me

Chain with a T on my chest, I'm from Tennessee

Chopper rain a hunnid faster than you could say "sorry"

White boy, I'm the plug, mane, so call me "El Charlie"

Big boy still up in the shop

I flip a brick for Mr. Juan, call that Jeweler Shop

I got side bitches because all I want is top

They say I'm too competitive but, boy, I'll never stop

Begging me for mercy, begging me for mercy

I pull up in that Mercy and then they all start to curse me

It's dangerous around here when it's dark out

But you'll learn real quick the trapping is a lifestyle and an art, bruh

Now I made it, I can ball the way that I do, man and that's the truth

Anybody wanna step up with that shit, then come into the booth

My brother called my phone, he told me he need connect

Told "maybe quick," because I got the TEC

Models in my house, man, I been out of country

Price up on my head because they money hunting

Blue bands bouncing, big cash pouncing

Hard money counting, champagne drank fountain

All of y'all gon' change up, but the times gon' get tough

But it's okay, because check this, I don't really give a fuck

Uncle Buck with that Ruger, man, I'll shoot 13 for a luck

I'm 23 with a pinky ring, and I'll bitch slap you up

Size up to this shit in the promise that you will not get lucky

On-set members keep texting me, telling me to come fuck 'em

[Hook: Greasy P]

'Cause the good die young, the rich die broke

The shooters pull up quick with a chopper and a scope

I pray you are not outside when it is dark out

Or else you catch the wrath, of a trapman

Of a trap man, of a trapman

Be careful, catch the rounds of a trapman

Of a trap man, of a trapman

Yo' family catch a round of a trapman

[Verse 2: PiMPYZ]

Of a trapman, where yo' pack, man?

Yeah, that nigga PiMPYZ, come get sacked, man

Run it back, man, a hunnid times

Yeah, she fuck me, for my rhymes

Now it's time, get on your grind

Yeah I kiss her, fuck her down to her spine

Nigga rewind, a hundred rounds

Got them pounds, woah, woah, Daytona sound, yeah

I'm in the booth, I'm smoking boof

I'm speakin' truth, nigga, fuck rules

Nigga, I do it, no Nike check

Bitch, I do it, I just flex

[Verse 3: Tay-K]

In the cafeteria, I'm knockin' down your tray

Niggas try to eat off us, but this ain't no buffet (nigga)

I'm on beltway, and I'm eating fish fillet, aye (nigga)

Jugging and finessing at a very young age (jugging and finessing)

Try to check me, close that mouth, on yo' face (shut up, nigga)

22 shots, nigga, all at yo' toupee, aye (brrata-ta-ta-tah)

Make him spin with that chopper, that's ballet (yuh)

You know I'ma win when it come to running game

Fresh off a stain, now yo' bitch want my dick (bitch want my fucking dick)

Yo' bitch wanna claim, yeah, she smoking all my zips (haha, yeah)

[Hook: Greasy P]

'Cause the good die young, the rich die broke

The shooters pull up quick with a chopper and a scope

I pray you are not outside when it is dark out

Or else you catch the wrath, of a trapman

Of a trap man, of a trapman

Be careful, catch the rounds of a trapman

Of a trap man, of a trapman

Yo' family catch a round of a trapman