[Verse 1]

Look, I'm calling this the trap flow

GPS tracker on my ankle

Still at the crib, whipping at my nans stove

The Glock didn’t come with, I made this rubber handle

It gives less of a kick when I slap it at an angle

I need a brick press with a straight drop stamp for when I trample on em'

I push blades in chests and I do it often

Me and them are not alike

All I see is block Oppers sharing Opps

Means less or nothing, still can hold copper

She can't hold this bread if she don’t hold my strap

She ain't ever holding dick but she can hold these packs

I don't really pay no tax, they got my whip remap

Fuck a stash spot, I'd rather make this hypo clap

Bi-carb mix the cocaine dance, bro can flex if he owes me bands

You can't, bro I'll slap on tax, if not bro I'll slap on blacks

Talks long, I'll get your section crashed

I used to batter rentals, now I’m blacklisted

Still tell them that it’s rented but I copped this bitch

Nuttin' less than thirty five and you can cop this brick

I’m next up, gis' a M still wouldn't snap this sim

Been six years and I'm still hitting old Chris

Back then I was beating twenty’s out of stolens

Luke still stinks like he ain't washed since 010'

His mum smokes crack too, both on a joke ting

Mo thinks a two-on-two's forty cause' he brings drinks

Can't lie that tenner's kinda' worth it cah' the phone stings

Your phones dead cah' your crack ain't got coke in

Would have put D on but he can't help his nose g

Chopped so many Z's, still my stack don't match

If I fell off I got plugs, I can put on plates fast

Bro the Roley weren't to flex, it was if I go brass

I can swap it for a brick and hit the strip and go mad

[Interlude]

Yo, little rats got my Hoods hottest taken down yeah?

Hold this one, rah, check

[Verse 2]

I'm calling this my trap flow

I was getting busy in the bando

While' you was out flexing for a daft hoe

I was cooking dumplings

He's pissed cause' his bitch knows we does this

She risk it for one night on fuckery

I call that bitch my trap hoe

Her ex gets trappy but it's cap though

She knew when she seen all these trap notes

Gotta watch your man, wrap both

You think that you've got her on tap bro

Look, I got this air BnB for a month

Told bro I'm hands off but this crack getting cooked

Love it when I get the call like the packs nearly up

Ain't no standard line, bro this trap phones nuts

No clutch in this bitch, only drive DSG's

Got the mileage blocked, I don't buy cat D's

Came from a Corsa, now they ask if it's leased

Trap boys are upset tryna find where I sleep

Really put in shifts, me and darts in that red ting

Green on a mid, still fucked if the feds spin

Broken drive but me I'm on a next ting

Smoking X5's round Stocky in a dead ting

Hitting 120's while I'm tryna push my pebs up

Forced in my sim, drop the box, Benz get hugged

Pilot sports, bro it grips when the feds come

Been on the run while they're telling me I'm next up

Got my Covid mask cause' of face recognition

Can't book me for shows, that's dumb, not slipping

Tell them keep that bag, I make more off a kitchen

Cook crack in hotels then bro goes missing

Feds keep taking cars, that's a trap boy tax

So we insure cats in shitters when banned

Bro I'm done with dingers, need a four door lamb

I ain't pushing P, bro I'm pushing packs