Young God Té - Tramp Bumpin' lyrics

[Hook] Got the trap bumpin' She popped a molly, lookin' like a zombie Now the trap huntin' (like wooh) And I got the racks on me Ain't selling d** but the packs on me He ran up so I whacked homie [Verse 1: Young God Té] Té be the realest, you know that you feel this I cut off a b**h, now she all in her feelins Man, its like Dennis, this sh** for beginners Setting world records, they put me in Guinness Say I be goin', I'm already knowin' That benji's be flowin', police [?] I'm young and black, and I'm in the trap They think a n***a be cookin' up crack But really a n***a be cookin' these tracks They don't, but believe me I'll sell you a track My homie, he flippin, he'll sell you a pack Need a QB? Well he'll get you a sack In the trap I got a nice bed that I lay on I got a redbone with a grey thong And she know every single Té song I chill with her, don't stay long f** her faster when the Trey songz n***as talk sh** when Té gone Then dickride me 'cause Té on Gettin' back to the studio I don't f** with no goopy hoes In the trap, I'm like Julio And I swear my life is a movie bro [Hook] Got the trap bumpin' She popped a molly, lookin' like a zombie Now the trap huntin' (like wooh) And I got the racks on me Ain't selling d** but the packs on me He ran up so I whacked homie Got the trap bumpin' She popped a molly, lookin' like a zombie Now the trap huntin' (like wooh) And I got the racks on me Ain't selling d** but the packs on me He ran up so I whacked homie [Verse 2: Young God Té] Trap bumpin', he talkin crazy Now the mac pumpin' Hit that boy, we like four shots Now we got the boy back jumpin' Trap bumpin', n***as know where to find me I'm with two hoes and they Siamese And they eyes low like they Chinese Thats ching chong They going back to back, just like ping pong Trap ain't gotta [?], but I still give her that ding dong I'm f**in' with you, [?] that don't f**in' get you I got me some weed and I got me some hoes Roll up my weed that's relationship goals My cousin can't cook but he stay at the stove Whippin' that sh** that gon go up your nose Ain't rich yet, but I got a rich b**h Don't know karate but she like to kick it Go through my phone before she let me hit it Listen to beats 'cause she like when I spin it She wanna rap, so she told me to teach her Rollin' some bars now she ask for a feature Shawty's so fine, [?] release her [Hook] Got the trap bumpin' She popped a molly, lookin' like a zombie Now the trap huntin' (like wooh) And I got the racks on me Ain't selling d** but the packs on me He ran up so I whacked homie Got the trap bumpin' She popped a molly, lookin' like a zombie Now the trap huntin' (like wooh) And I got the racks on me Ain't selling d** but the packs on me He ran up so I whacked homie