Mango Foo - Come To Da Trap lyrics

[Intro: DJ Durel] Mango Foo! It's your time, n***a! We got these folks Ear Hustling YRN the Label! ‘Finna f** the streets up Show these n***as what the f** goin' on! [Hook: Mango Foo] My n***as got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon' come to the back You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack Make the wrong move, think it's a lick, then you get your a** whacked Trap house full of k**ers, whole lot of drug dealers I put my n***as on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n***as on go! [Verse 1: Mango Foo] Pull up to the trap in a bumblebee We selling pills like a pharmacy Just make sure you move real humbly All of my n***as chase currency YRN the label, know that you heard of me Red bottoms on my feet, dripping on murder scene Thirty-three birds in the truck got it kicking Come up short with my money, leave you missing No [?] the kitchen full on naked b**hes Smith and Wesson on my hip, Jada Pinkett You want to work in the bando, work your wrist If he ain't got a strap then he a lick Dope on my Louboutin, I bust a brick Maserati got a nitro kick These n***as be screaming, they with the sh** This 44 bulldog but like a Pit [Hook: Mango Foo] My n***as got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon' come to the back You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack Make the wrong move, think it's a lick, then you get your a** whacked Trap house full of k**ers, whole lot of drug dealers I put my n***as on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n***as on go! [Verse 2: Mango Foo] I hit the block like Katrina I'm at your door no subpoena My old-head be trapping, selling off a beeper My neck is real sick and my wrist got the measles We sipping on Actavis; you drinking Karo Popped a Percocet, I'm geeked up like Fabo My soldiers in the field, shooting, no Halo My b**h a redbone, I call her J-Lo If you make a move you better be bout it My n***as whip up the white but no Roddy My n***as got bodies, Free Bobby, Free Rowdy My plug pull up with the work, I need a trolley Jumping out the top like Scotty 2 Hotty My n***as got M's, I ain't talking Molly I'm in the front seat and I got the shotty You n***as might just get buried like Halle [Hook: Mango Foo] My n***as got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon' come to the back You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack Make the wrong move, think it's a lick, then you get your a** whacked Trap house full of k**ers, whole lot of drug dealers I put my n***as on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n***as on go!