[Produced By: Jahlil Beats]
[Intro: CP Junior]
Yeah
Young CP
Sp@dez
L.E.X. the Assa**in
It's the mother f**ing T.R.A.P. Squad
I'm bout to shmoney dance on this n***a's grave
What's up
[Verse 1: CP Junior]
Young CP is a hot n***a
Gavirr bout to get dropped n***a
My gun about to co*k n***as
I'm coming with the squad n***a
Yeah I'm about to f** it up
Sipping out the double cup
I don't think I've done enough
You soft like peanut bu*ter son
T.R.A.P. Squad is coming up
Bout to k** another one
Bullets out my f**ing gun
They gon have you ducking son
I see you f**ing running son
You calling me a wack ho
Acting like an a** hole
You f**ing with CP
So you bout to get clapped bro
This n***a is a PC
But I'm a f**ing Mac ho
I've been through sh** you can't imagine
I ain't fronting, I ain't actin'
I've actually been in action
So you should just give up rappin'
Quit f**ing with the T.R.A.P. Squad
You need to f**ing back off
This n***a is a wack fraud
My clique is f**ing phat god
[Verse 2: Sp@dez]
EAT AYASS
Who the f** you calling co*kroach
I'm bout to crisp that a** like french toast
Don't f** with me cause now I'm in the zone
Look like a praying mantis with down's syndrome
Smell your breath through the mic
It smell like mildew
Your mother f**ing rhymes and your style is f**ing overdue
f** with my little bro and the whole f**ing team
The words that you spitting
You don't even know what half of them mean
I may spit dirty but my mouth stay clean
Haha over here doing the shmoney dance
While you over there, Gavirr, doing the no money dance
Serve you up on a platter
f** your b**h and she splatter
Rising from the bottom to the top like chutes and ladders
Little b**h a** Gavirr
Put on them gla**es and watch this foot in your a** appear
Sitting in the crib and I'm drinking a smoothie
While your b**h a** was in jail getting f**ed in the booty
I'm a goofy mother f**er
You a groupie mother f**er
You eating booty mother f**er
Look like Lala Loopsie mother f**er
Your lips are droopy mother f**er
This is a movie mother f**er
With yo b**h a**
Mother f**er
Yeah
[Verse 3: L.E.X. the Assa**in]
This little b**h thought he was a hot n***a
Till I put the antifreeze flow on him and now he's not n***a
These verses I spit are like scriptures from the bible
But I'm not feeling holy
Make this n***a feel so salty his face become the new emoji
Punch his gla**es to contacts
Slice his neck and watch him die slowly
Stomp his a** in the fetal position rolly polly
Holy moly
k**ing you with the Elementary bars homie
Think you tough cause you been to jail
Anybody can go to jail phony
You call me Lexy but that's something that my b**hes do
And that's funny cause I don't ever remember claiming you
So I guess you felt so bu*t hurt from my last verse
That your brain went into reverse
And you thought I was your boy from the penn
Well think again
You don't want me to come out with a solo track
Cause I might just send some shots to your chest
That will blow out your back
And if you think you can come back after that
You'll get slammed on your a**
No wrestling matt
Wack a** bars I see where you at
With a weak response I didn't want to do it to him
But now he's got a one way ticket to visit Grim
The Reaper
And if you want to do dirt
Just letting you know I can dig deeper
With lethal flows that will put your a** in the sleeper