[Hook]

Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"

Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq

And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped

And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat

Keep acting up then you might get a smack

Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack

And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap

[Verse 1]

Yo I said it's Big Trappo, I'm out on the backroads

Serving all them crack stones, mixing down the bash loads

All of my brothers getting rich up off of trap phones

Never ever slap bro, hit him with the wap yo

Them niggas on the talking, I ain't into the chat though

No fist fights, I just get to my Rambo

And free up all my brothers, can't wait until they land home

Jail life's fucked, got him talking off a Zanco

And you know that my dons really do this

From day I've always been a screw loose kid

I fell in love with violence and them shootings

Talking like they're winning but them pussies all losing

And if you're talking bout punch-ups

Then my donnies went and bruised him

No time for slacking, if I see him then I shoot him

And no new members, are you stupid?

Cah in my time yeah I've seen a lot of Judas

And that's why a brudda's really tryna stack mine

Seen the ends doing numbers all up off of crack lines

And if it's that time and then I'll slap mine

And fuck the other side, I don't need to act guys

I'm a mad man, don't try and test me

Walking through my ends, you best roll with that vest G

Cah it gets sticky, it gets wet B

Nuff kicks up in his head like it's Jet Li

[Hook]

Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"

Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq

And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped

And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat

Keep acting up then you might get a smack

Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack

And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap

[Verse 2]

And you don't wanna see Trappo go skitz

Opp block touring, doing laps with the stick

Came to the block and his whip got a brick

Came out the car and them pussios slipped

Yeah he caught a couple bangs and they caught a couple dips

My niggas all trap, they can never go legit

That's how it is when you're living in them bits

And them guys too catty, yeah they're moving like some nits

And if you catch me doing laps on the backstreets

Just know I'm bout to probably link a couple crack fiends

He came for an eight-on-eight, that's a mad spree

Licking all these shots round town up in a taxi

And that's the reason why these feds can't catch me

Selling all these bags of food like McD's

Team full of certi Pakis who will slap sweets

I can never snake for P, it ain't that deep

And in my Riz it's my Cali that I'm rolling

You don't wanna cross my donny in the stolen

Cause you can get fucked if you're fucking with the motion

Opps getting wet up and I ain't talking bout the ocean

Talking dirt on my team then we're gonna smoke him

Smoke him like a pack when the pack comes potent

Like J.I., yeah I've been up on my own shit

Buck me in the field and you'll get hit up with that chrome stick

And in the streets you better roll with your toolie

If you're walking through my ends you better tuck your jewellery

Half-hearted dons, they can never go and do me

Wrap him in a Riz and smoke him up like a doobie

Talking like they're O.G.'s when their team's full of newbies

Grind every day cause paper chasing, that's a routine

Claim that they're bangers, ain't nobody shooting

If I pull up on your block, make a mazza, do a booting

[Hook]

Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"

Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq

And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped

And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat

Keep acting up then you might get a smack

Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack

And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap