Yeah, OC-TRAP, Featuring Trey-Money
[Verse 1: Trey Money]
Call me a baby Im dumping these sh**s
These clips hold 30, do a n***a dirty
Wood stock look purity, gun stay polished
Ya crew get demolished damn, n***as
Poppin with the tommys got some real savage n***as that be aiming for ya pockets
OC-Trap, Ronny got the rockets, Clips dont jam, Cup stay full, Dont f** wit' me I might f** wit' you
Still f** ya b**h, goons run wild
What y'all n***as don't get it being p**y running out of style f** wit you heard
I'm that bull loaded with the tools
b**hes in the tub, Cup feelin' heavy
Head kinda light, weed got me takin flight
Boys loaded with the semis
[Hook]
Hennessy in my cup
I don't really give a f**, I don't really give a f**
THese b**hes wanna try me
Im so high it feels like i am flying
THese b**hes wanna try me
Burning in the clouds I feel like i'm gliding
[Verse 2: OC-TRAP]
Uh, dont know whats in my cup
And I dont really give a f**
All i know is that im gettin' s**ed
Everybody at this club is f**in' drunk!
Burnin the haze in the back of the jeep with some b**hes
These b**hes keep jerkin' they do not get that im finished
I nut on her face and im really just tryna hit the middle
She says that I taste like a rainbow
She call me her skittles
Uh, you n***as be talkin' and really dont think that I hear it?
Keep it up, and you all gonna disappear