KTrap - David Blaine lyrics

[Chorus] 2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl Slow cook with the fire on low I'm feeling like Tony flying this snow Trapping ain't dead, young boys still flying up O Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl I'm David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O No face no case when I'm banging Get it done like "who's gonna know?" I play Ace when I'm trapping Hit the strip that food's gotta go [Verse 1] Kitchen flaming hot when the yola's cooking Did a bowl and fork, we ain't making pudding I don't know about breaks, all year I'm jugging And don't rap like you take them risks, when you know you wouldn't Cats dem phone, that work still goes, no credit All a n***a knows is buy and sell it All year I just bruck down Bobby, now I'm Valentino stepping K splash if a 12 rips, that ain't no usual denim Even though I just get this bread, a machine I'll press it Mash on the pitch from long time, grip my machine with tekkers Slap that suttin off one time, and have some idiots jetting Since then everyone calls me to shoot now I'm feeling like Kaylum Dennis (or Ellis) All day I've been serving shots, I ain't played no tennis Got my young boys doing that corner Come like your local chemist It's far from a bag of weed when it's smoky settings 12-gauge looking all legless, tap that twice and kweff it [Chorus] 2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl Slow cook with the fire on low I'm feeling like Tony flying this snow Trapping ain't dead, young boys still flying up O Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl I'm David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O No face no case when I'm banging Get it done like "who's gonna know?" I play Ace when I'm trapping Hit the strip that food's gotta go [Verse 2] They ask why I don't rap, man I'm tryna maintain this dough And that's never enough if that paper folds Since last year I've been scraping bowls How you think I got a gold chain with a K on froze? Remember days I could only buy one 2's Now man try offer me an Oz, I find that rude Tracksuit when I'm in traffic, besides that I'm a stylish yute Bro I bought smoke before trying on Loubs I'll lock off the party next door, I'm not nice, I'm rude Bro told me it only slaps once, but I still try and do 2 Put a shoosh on the whoosh, silent broom No noise when the guysdem slide back through [Chorus] 2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl Slow cook with the fire on low I'm feeling like Tony flying this snow Trapping ain't dead, young boys still flying up O Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl I'm David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O No face no case when I'm banging Get it done like "who's gonna know?" I play Ace when I'm trapping Hit the strip that food's gotta go