Bandhunta Izzy - In Love Wit da Trap lyrics

[Verse 1] Just made a couple bands on the stove Ooh goddamn, I'm a trap star Flippin' them things real quick, woo Got 'em all fast like a Nascar Whippin' that dope with my right hand Left hand strapped up, n***a I don't play like that Some the f** n***a some stepped-on work Bro what he say 'bout that? Brrt brrt brrt, phone keep banging all day and all night Ooh goddamn, what you hit 'em with the fit and all? n***a got the fiends out, high as a kite Watch how I'm flippin' this sh** so fast Puttin' that rock in the shake with the bag sh** so good make a dopehead mad And I finessed, damn my bad Made a couple bands on that pot, boy Tryna take me off this shot, boy Like Lil Wayne I'm a hot boy Say that you is but you not, boy Sold a f** n***a some f**ed up work I'm blocking his number as soon as I skrrt n***a want grams so I sold him some dirt Sold him some Tylenol, told him it's percs [Chorus] Just made some bands in the kitchen Make a n***a want to stay in the trap On the pot with the goddamn chicken Lil n***a what you know 'bout that? Had to learn how to work my wrist Had to learn how to scrape that pot Had to learn how to get the straight drop Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good a** reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, n***a my phone keep ringing Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good a** reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, n***a my phone keep ringing [Verse 2] Remember I was out al night tryna sell them lil a** eight balls, that sh** crazy Lil a** bags, tryna get four hundred off that, man the fiends really used to hate me Then I started stepping my game up Started k**ing them fiends with the big bags On the pot tryna make that flip so goddamn hard f** around, make my wrist mad Open up shop, now I'm banging Got clientele on the flip phone I don't care who was working that block Competition, n***a you get sh** on Trappin' so hard, it was dangerous None of these n***as can hang with us if you ain't ready Jumped off the porch on my own Sellin' them d** on my own, mama ain't let me I'm on the block like yeah I got dimes of the hard And my lil mans got that soft n***a come 'round tryna hit some sales We don't know him then n***a we takin' him off Yeah this the life of a dope boy Young n***a on the block, so what? You ain't never come out, you a ho boy f** 12, we don't give no f**s, n***a [Chorus] Just made some bands in the kitchen Make a n***a want to stay in the trap On the pot with the goddamn chicken Lil n***a what you know 'bout that? Had to learn how to work my wrist Had to learn how to scrape that pot Had to learn how to get the straight drop Hit it with the fork 'til it turn rerock Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good a** reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, n***a my phone keep ringing Damn near fell in love with the trap Stayed out all night for a good a** reason Brrt brrt brrt brrt, n***a my phone keep ringing