Absolute terror - Trap Fantasy lyrics

Bridge: Back in the back of the lac My mom from the south And my pops from the trap He moved out the city He used to sell pack Real n***as out-number the n***as with cla** b**h talking slick and we come for that a** She popping pills and I'm watching her clap Tell the bartender put that on tab And if I'm too faded then call me a cab Verse: My grandfather was a hustler Taught me to never ever be a buster Know a couple n***as selling that custard Rocking supreme in the cutla** Camoflauge tees help us blend in Pray the lord forgive me for my sins Taking shots like a n***a won't win Drink a fif of that juice n gin Hold fast I'm faded n***a Jaded looks wearing gold chains b**h give me sugar like your neighbor n***a Yea that b**h is my old thang One day I'm gonna whip that foreign Pinky ring on yea thats dolce First round draft pick I'm balling So watch me fall back like a fade away Bridge: b**h a** n***a get your muthaf**ing hands up b**h a** n***a get your muthaf**ing hands up b**h a** n***a get your muthaf**ing hands up b**h a** n***a get your muthaf**ing hands up Hook: I ain't here for a lifetime I'm only here for a nice time