[Intro:]
It's Tuesday back up in this hoe
This time we in the trap it don't matter though
Still about to light up the track
Shout out to Nas
& all you n***as that called my last mixtape trash
Need to get some p**y you internet f*ggets
Word to my n***a Troy, Josh & Jahlen
These n***as not ready The game ain't gone be the same
Imma f** it up mane
Lets get it
[Verse 1]
Chilling in a trap state of mind
Hoes, cloths, dolla signs
All on my mind
Rap a jungle word to nas
Monkey flipping rappers
That love to mumble
Imma new breed southern MC
Dominating trap beats
You rappers chimpanzees
Can't compare to me
I'm King Kong with a bong
Smoking you n***as out
Somebody call funk flex
I'm dropping bombs
Military minded gorilla warfare
By the time you through listening to the song
The rap game finna be like Vietnam
Watch ya homies they might be viet cong
Never know when the gat go berserk
Turn ya back now you on a shirt
Gotta stay alert gotta stay alert
The beat was new york
Now its southernized
With a trap state of mind
[Hook]
Chilling in a trap state of mind
Hoes, cloths, dolla signs all on my mind
Chilling in a trap state of mind
Hoes, cloths, dolla signs all on my mind
[Verse 2]
Just off the phone with my n***a godfrey
Talking bout he smashed a bad thotie
Knowing him he did most likely
If a hoe named Kylie, Imani, Jessica, or Kierra
I guarantee that p**y delicious
If i ever f** Chandra Davis
Imma leave her dripping like she been in the rain
Her a** cheeks finna look like it was played with by the patriots
Deflated
If honey c**aine ever pregnant
Im the one who gave her the baby
Our offspring will be a super sayian
Come out the womb with a gold grill
And three b**hes in line trynna get the dick
Honey c**aine the only celebrity chick
Id trade all my b**hes to get with
Until then ima have a few on standby
Mandatory in a trap state of mind
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
This line for all my young n***as that don't hate
& stay grinding getting cake
Like its they birthday
Aye aye yuh
Looking fresh first day of school
Ferragamo belt with the louis jeans
Gotta flex on everyone else
Block hustlin trynna run up a check
& cop a chain gold like the wutang
If a f** n***a steps on ya jays
Gotta kick his a** like karate
I don't condone violence
But self defense is advised
If you on the block you gotta carry ya nine
Ain't served a fiend
But back in Austin i used to see
n***as gang banging dope slinging police sirens ringing every minute
From my upstairs apartment
My trap state of mind was born in 8200 research blvd
Located in Austin
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah for all the n***as that stop listening after this song i don't f** with y'all
The real n***as that listen to the whole thing
I salute y'all
Genius. c on the scene Representing Austin, Texas
Weirdo Gang Flexing
Trap Tuesday n***a