All I Kno Is Trap

G-L-O-C-K
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
The fuck?
Paper Route business, Taliban

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 shit 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 fucked 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
Nigga this shit not a game
You play, you get shot with two K's
Ride with this shit like I'm Cain
Mask off and I got the flame
I'm a big dog Great Dane
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

I'm just a young rich nigga, shit 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 hoes like The Matrix
Guttin' your bitch like I'm Jason
Slavin' your hoe 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 drugs
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 bitch love that
Smokin' Backwoods 'til my lungs black
My chopper kickin' like FIFA
I'm ballin, I need an arena, ayy
Come get your bitch off my penis
She suck 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 nigga, shit 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

The fuck?
Ayy, ayy
G-L-O-C-K