[Intro] Fifty ClayCo ni**a Ayy Rich slime [Chorus] In the trap, yeah you know I stay in it Catching plays I ain't catching no feelings Drop top, it's not having no ceiling Just sprayed the block, now you know I be killing sh*t All my ni**as out here making a killing All black Glock on me, I'm serving civilians Got racks on me, momma think that I'm dealing I'm counting through the racks, don't care how you feeling On the block and I'm posted with villans Three bad b*tches with me and they Brazillian 5.7 on me and I conceal it I'm tied to the streets, you know we some menaces [Verse] Rich slime, you know we getting [?] I'm pushing packs, I ain't having no limit Hotbox but that sh*t ain't no Civic Flipping packs yeah I get to them digits I trust my Glock, I ain't trusting these b*tches That ni**a capping man I know he don't live it Real street ni**a, I ain't doing no tipping On the block, you know I stay on my pivot I'm wrapping bricks, I ain't talking about no Christmas By the storе, yeah I'm doing my dishes Got a Muslim b*tch but she rocking thе Christians Got thirty on me, I ain't talking no [?] Man fu*k the rap game, my ni**as they [?] Quick with the shot, you know I'm gon' hit some A lot of pistols, we ain't shooting no fake ones I'm only scared of God, you know I can't fear none A ni**a tripping then he getting that redrum In Atlanta shooting sh*t like I'm Trae Young Got a lot of shooters around me, you know they gon' spray some [Chorus] In the trap, yeah you know I stay in it Catching plays I ain't catching no feelings Drop top, it's not having no ceiling Just sprayed the block, now you know I be killing sh*t All my ni**as out here making a killing All black Glock on me, I'm serving civilians Got racks on me, momma think that I'm dealing I'm counting through the racks, don't care how you feeling On the block and I'm posted with villans Three bad b*tches with me and they Brazillian 5.7 on me and I conceal it I'm tied to the streets, you know we some menaces