Trap - Zaytoven, Luh Soldier

On God

Yeah, yeah

Who let them hoes in the trap?

Yeah, yeah

It’s too many bows in the trap

Yeah, yeah

I got that gas, if you want a bag, pull up at the Texaco

And I had to check a ho

If I pull up late, I’ma serve a lil' extra more

Glock on my right, chop on the shelf

Smokin' Cookie, tryna clear up the air

Mama all mad, I’ma throw her some money

I fix up her hair for them times we was bummy

I used to be dummy (Yeah, yeah)

If it was a lick, I was on it (On God)

You got it, lil' brother, now want it

Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely

We smokin' that pressure and making our next move

I stay having hoes in the next room

She tripping, she just want attention

The bitch never got it 'cause she never listened

The other one straight but the other one bad

She got a mouth and she makin' me mad

So many racks, had to buy me a new stash

Now look, this ho talkin' 'bout a new bag

Raised in the trap, I don’t care 'bout no drip

When I’m not rappin', I’m back in the bricks

Shoppers up late, boy, you bound to get slid

They said they want smoke, I extended the clip

It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section

Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon

Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'

You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession

Who let them hoes in the trap?

(On God)

The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?

It’s too many bows in the trap (Fuck)

Break that shit down, get that shit movin'

It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section

Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon

Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'

You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession

Who let them hoes in the trap?

(Huh?)

The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?

It’s too many bows in the trap (Get 'em gone)

Break that shit down, get that shit movin'

He said he need what and he need it by when?

It’s a bet, nigga, meet at the Chevron

My bitch in the car, it’s a mug on her face

She just mad 'cause I won’t get her hair done

And if you want smoke, it’s whatever you wanna do

And you knowin' what we on

I told my lil' partner I’m lovin' that chopper sound

I should make it my ringtone

I’m the same nigga that didn’t have nothin'

I was walkin', sleepin' in the street

I’m the same nigga with the Pumas on

Now I keep the latest on my feet

I’m the same nigga had to rob for a re-up

And now I’m chilling with my feet up

I’m the same nigga with the same team

GMF, nigga, no, we can’t team up

I just came back off the block and I got it, yeah

Look at this shit in my pocket

Them niggas gon' hate on a nigga

The way that I’m takin' off just like a rocket

If it ain’t 'bout no money, then stop it

Take a break, I’ma switch up the topic

Lil' shawty just wanted to fuck

So we did, and I beat that bitch leg out the socket

It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section

Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon

Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'

You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession

Who let them hoes in the trap?

(On God)

The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?

It’s too many bows in the trap (Fuck)

Break that shit down, get that shit movin'

It’s really hectic, don’t come to my section

Everybody young and we clutchin' a weapon

Get a lil' money, then niggas start flexin'

You ain’t no trapper, go get a profession

Who let them hoes in the trap?

(On God)

The fuck out the spot, what is you doin'?

It’s too many bows in the trap (I swear)

Break that shit down, get that shit movin'