My Trap – G Herbo

Uh (Renegade, Renegade, Renegade)
You ain’t spending no money, the fuck you over here for, nigga?
Uh

Uh, get the fuck out my trap (Get out)
I only want cash, ain’t takin’ no credit
No, you ain’t gettin’ paid, give a fuck about that
Get the fuck out my trap (Fuck out my trap)
Get the fuck out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle ’round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get the fuck out my spot (Fuck out my spot)

Get the fuck out my place
She ask for the world and I gave that bitch space
You never seen a star, get the fuck out this Wraith
What the fuck I just made (Get out)
Thinking ’bout it, I spent like 50K on Cartier
Tomorrow it might be Audemar Piguet (Might)
These bitches they treat me like I’m Marvin Gaye, uh
Take off that Cuban (Cuban)
Throw them diamonds in the sky like the rock (Throw ’em up)
My bitches was boosting, go to Canal and comeback uptown with a lot (Aye, baby)
Like Slick Rick the ruler, hundred chains when I’m walking around in my spot (Hundred chains)
He been missing a month, somewhere in a trunk
His body gon’ probably rot (Ew)

Uh, get the fuck out my trap
I only want cash, ain’t takin’ no credit
No, you ain’t gettin’ paid, give a fuck about that
Get the fuck out my trap (Fuck out my trap)
Get the fuck out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle ’round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get fuck out my spot (Fuck out my spot)

Remember we was walking with jocks
Had to run up, boy, I dare you
I told him park up the block (Park up the block)
My lil partner, he got bodies, he don’t be talking a lot (He don’t say much)
If we find out that that’s your trap house, then he gon’ chop up the spot
G Herbo stay with that Glock like a prop
Ice on my neck when I’m popping the drop
Roof missing, so I might hop out the top (Out the top)
I ain’t got no more room in my garage
Quarantine boring, I bought three more cars
Fast, these foreigns, I’m whipping them all
Can’t even tour, I don’t feel it at all
Fronting this shit up, all time high (All time high)
Amiri that’s all I buy (All I buy)
G-Fazos all I buy (All I buy)
Disrespect my gang, might die (Baow!)
He can take that slang, might try (Baow!)
Don’t run out (Baow!)
I’m a product of the streets, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
I’m still fresh up off my block, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
Still smell gunpowder from them shots, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
I got his cake, he spent the block, he wanted two for five (He wanted two for five)
I hit up EZ with some locs, they playing do or die (Brrt)
I’m with some Os, and with some folks, you tweaking suicide (Suicide)
A nigga back against the ropes, I had to move the crowd (Knock ’em down)

You jumped out the window, Ron Browz
The Porsche it was turbo, I caught up G Herbo
Just got the rack with a pound (Pound)
Niggas know I’ma score
I get in the paint, and they treat me like Shaq I get fouled (Damn)
I pull up all black with no mild (Nah)
You ain’t seen no racks in a while (Nah)
You ain’t been in the trap in awhile (Nah)
Got it on me, no patting me down (Nuh-uh)

Uh, get the fuck out my trap (Get out)
I only want cash, ain’t takin’ no credit
No, you ain’t gettin’ paid, give a fuck about that
Get the fuck out my trap (The fuck out, nigga)
Get the fuck out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle ’round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get the fuck out my spot (Get out)

Get the fuck out my place
She ask for the world and I gave that bitch space
You never seen a star, get the fuck out this Wraith
What the fuck I just made (Skrrt)
Thinking ’bout it, I spent like 50K on Cartier
Tomorrow it might be Audemar Piguet (Might)
These bitches they treat me like I’m Marvin Gaye
Uh, get the fuck out my trap