Take Over Your Trap (feat. 2 Chainz & Skooly) - Bankroll Fresh

X2 I had to give these hoes I had to give these hoes someone to love I said I had to give these hoes I had to give these hoes someone to love This what I'm doin' This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs I said this what I'm doin' This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs From a P in the pot Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot Type of nigga, used to get it and go You the type that sold a ki to a cop Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot I'm the type to tie her feet in a knot Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop Turn around and take a P on the lot Used to say, "Give me codeine on the rocks" Used to say, "Kiss it one time" cause that coochie was stankin' I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks Picture of me with a block on the block Picture me rollin' If I get gunned down today Your picture they gon' be holdin' Pick up the paper, custodian Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap Talkin' aluminum foil Touch that [?], what the fuck? Shoot a nigga playin' tunk Show me a bitch that is loyal I could sell her desert soil Love me or love me not You cannot go to my mama's spot X2 I'm the type to put the ki on the block I'm the type to be the king of the spot Push button, ain't no key for the drop Tatted my body, I think that I'm Pac Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box Bet you niggas wonder how I did it Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits I had to give these hoes I had to give these hoes someone to love Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club They can see what I'm doin' See what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons Double the digits, the blue money come Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow Shoe cost a bando Rest in peace [?] My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali But my plug Mexicano X2 I do this shit for my people now They say young Skay got the ether now I'm sellin' this shit like illegal now I'm comin' back to the teacher now We're not the same, I'm a creature now Came a long way from them Regals now How he hop out of two seaters now? That's what them bitches be sayin' That's what them niggas be sayin' But hate is an ugly trait You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand Shout out to Cap and his bitch He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad Look like I'm whippin' my wrist in a Glad All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand I never listen to man God told me "give 'em the truth", I've just been spittin' the truth That shit you're spittin' ain't true I'm just a product, can prove I'm somethin' ill in the booth I'm known to kill in the booth, I'm known to spill in the booth See I keep it better, I'll never talk to a pillar And I cannot talk to these niggas, so X2

Yo, man, man, uh Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (uh) Man, I been did that, man, I been popped off And if she ain't tryin' to give it up, she get dropped off Let me bust that U-ie, bitch bust that open Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open Rip it off no joking, like your name Hulk Hogan Niggas move weight in the South but live in Hoboken Bitch, I spit that crack, like I'm in that trap So if you need a hit then I'm with that bat (pow!) Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' (girl) I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (yeah) I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (2 Chainz) Okay now Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney Got a new LS 450, ain't no keys in this do-hicky If I weren't rappin', I'd be trappin If I weren't trappin', I'd be pimpin' If I weren't pimpin', I'd be gettin' it, period I don't smoke no bobby, but my denim be from ricky Got your girl on molly and we smokin' loud and drinkin' Got my top back, so you can see what I been thinkin' And if you know me, then you know I've been thinking Franklin' Money, thousands, True Religion trousers Got a private home, started from them public houses (damn) Hair weave killer, causing her arousal Audi A8, told them "Outtie 5000," uh Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit? If I get hit, swingin' on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit? If I get hit, swingin' on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Man, I'm out in Texas Man, I'm out in A-town Then I'm up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin' it down It's that New Orleans, it's LA or The Bay It's New York, Philly And the whole DMV I'm a Detroit Player, man it's North-South Cack Ohio, Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck It's Delaware, Connecticut, it's New Jersey got hella bricks It's Queens, Brooklyn, and yeah, they wildin' Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothin' A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit? If I get hit, swingin' on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit? If I get hit, swingin' on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life