Key Glock - All I Know is Trap lyrics

I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap I'm Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack Okay, okay. South Memphis you know where I'm from Got choppers just like Vietnam I feel like I'm Rocko the Don I'm ballin' just like no tomorrow I might buy a gold Audemar Your s**t out the middle of the mall Where the Visine that I bought? Like Shaggy I'm ridin' with my dog Kick in your trap like kung-fu Finessin' you, check up the deuce All this blue, I play for Duke My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce I'm ballin' hard, fourth quarter I just f*cked somebody's daughter Call up the plug, make an order If we don't agree, I extort him I got them P's on the way I brought out my racks today n***a this s**t not a game You play, you get shot with two K's Ride with this s**t like I'm Cain Mask off and I got the flame I'm a big dog Great Dane Glock, I bet your b***h know the name. I'm just a young rich n***a, s**t all I do is trap I'm Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack. Put his brains on a pavement I call the shots like Tom Brady Choppers and Glocks like the navy Dodgin' these h**s like The Matrix Guttin' your b***h like I'm Jason Slavin' your ho while you savin' her Damn bro where your cape at, huh? This gas so loud man I can't hear nothin' Spent six figures on guns Damn near a million on d** Forgis sit up like some dubs Foreign clothes I'm still a thug I feel like three-six, where the bud at? Tommy gun act like a Rugrat Ice on my neck, your b***h love that Smokin' Backwoods 'til my lungs black My chopper kickin' like FIFA I'm ballin, I need an arena, ayy Come get your b***h off my penis She s** me clean, algae eater I got more stripes than a bengal I got more stripes than a zebra Somebody please call Adidas And tell 'em to sponsor Glock Season. I'm just a young rich n***a, s**t all I do is trap I'm Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rackkk.