TashyT - Traps lyrics

[Verse 1: TashyT] Chilling with the f**ing strap Chilling at the f**ing trap b**hes pull up in a cab One got out, got in my lap Started giving me a dance Started throwing out them bands Started reaching for that a** Let me do what I do best Chubby brown n***a with the motherf**ing stick She gon' be all up on my motherf**ing sh** She gon' be all up on my motherf**ing dick Ain't a blood, so Imma f** til she a motherf**ing crip [Hook] Getting high, writing raps Loaded gun, bustin' caps Pa**in' out, taking naps My bars are f**ing traps f**ing traps f**ing traps Got your hoe in the trap Watching that booty clap [Verse 2: TashyT] And my n***a Mitcham Sitting in the f**ing kitchen Got your b**h, she be b**hing Got your b**h, she be whipping And his wrist be f**ing flicking On that a** that he be gripping And my other n***a Christian Also in the f**ing kitchen f**ing with them threes, like his name is Scottie Pippen I'm on the come up, these n***as, they don't know me Hitting all my shots like my name is Ginobili Hitting all my shots like my name is Kobe And I get everything my f**ing way Doing this sh** every day Trapping this sh** every day f** with me, get shot in the face You a f**ing disgrace [Hook]