IBCircuits - In Da Trap lyrics

[Hook] In the trap, in the trap I'm serving all the dope fiends in the trap In the trap, in the trap In the trap, in the trap Serving all the dope fiends In the trap, trap, trap [Verse 1: Shaz] 999 grams of the powder that's white privilege Still in the trap, all my children illegitimate Pictures of my kids on all my pistols, sh** I'm k**ing it Took a break for spitting after that it's back to flipping bricks Selling it to everyone, no racial profiling Affirmative action, it's the cacs that test me dying Moving with a gang of Pakis yeah we bout that action Pulled the strap out at a baptism it's just for my protection Tecs and smith and wessons, coming out like frank while we just texting I'm a bona fide baller, all I do is count my blessings They turned the Jackson to Tubman Then I turned it into a Franklin Yeah I got stacks out in Panama Canada gotta cut taxes [Hook] In the trap, in the trap I'm serving all the dope fiends in the trap In the trap, in the trap In the trap, in the trap Serving all the dope fiends In the trap, trap, trap [Verse 2: MC Krok] In the trap with the Glock and the Mask In the trap with the pot and pans In the trap to serve you If you ain't buying sh**, it don't concern you [IBCircuit] f**ed up off the codeine I'm the plug like Future servin' these dope fiends Got c**aine, H and promethazine Attempted robbery and I'll let off shots from my magazine Ain't f** with horses but I got ketamine Got the connect on any f**in' type of medicine Got LSD and f**in' mescaline This sh**'ll leave you jumpin' like a f**in' trampoline Product always raw never cut clean Was fifteen sellin' oxys in the Philippines Gotta blend in so I ain't got no limousine Got so much weed this sh** look like evergreens Cops try and stop me but they can't f**in' intervene Got dipped cigs but that ain't for the nicotine Got orange weed like a f**in' clementine f** caffeine, I got f**in' amphetamine [Hook] In the trap, in the trap I'm serving all the dope fiends in the trap In the trap, in the trap In the trap, in the trap Serving all the dope fiends In the trap, trap, trap [Verse 3: MC Krok] I'm faded on xannies, I'm smoking that ganja, you know that I got it I got me that shotty, I got them shooters like my n***a Yo Gotti I put in work, you put in work, and when you right at the top, you gon' get murked I got the kicks, Guiseppe, pull up in Versace I got the whip with me, pull up in Ferrari I can f** yo b**h with no jimmy I can f** yo b**h without that henny Watch me do it, whipping the bricks then I flip it Gotta make that gwuap fast, gotta make it quick If you n***as ain't talking bout cash, you making me sick You lame a** n***as, you make me wanna hit a lick [Hook] In the trap, in the trap I'm serving all the dope fiends in the trap In the trap, in the trap In the trap, in the trap Serving all the dope fiends In the trap, trap, trap