Remember E

Trap house out of control. Junkies break the door. And when the money come around, don't know who Friend or foe. Guns in the attic, But the money in the floor. Either you in or you out, ain't no revolving Doors. Trap man, show motherfuckers how ruthless This shit can get. More than half these niggas' bitches. Squad shit, baby. Damn, son, where'd you find this? Trap house out of control. Junkies break the door. And when the money come around, don't know who Friend or foe. Guns in the attic, But the money in the floor. Either you in or you out, ain't no revolving Doors. Real trap shit. I trapped all my life, I'm talking strapped jeans Girbaud. I'm talking clucks rush the corner right There by the store. Too, too hot to tote The gun, keep that bitch in the pole. I'm focused on the money, that's a bond that Can't be broke. Let's play it with a third. Birds flock together, so the money, It adore me. Disrespect my squad and get you left in the Morgue, B. Hollows out the sturdy, Leave your peoples writing poetry. You stressing, you got too many problems. We loading up the Glocks, but we ain't tryna Resolve it. We empty out the clips, We leave your face out the portrait. I got all this ammo, extra clips for the Bullshit. And, if you coming in, make sure you lock The door. It's a squad thing, that's a bond That can't be broke. Either you up or you down, that's just the Way it go. The money come, the money go. The money grow. Remember when I used to sit back. Now I can't control myself, I love them automatics. Say remember when them niggas chit-chat. I guess they play the game called ta-ta-ta-tat. Don't make me come and shoot up your kickback. Grrah. Bullets get to spraying like Brrat-tat-tat-tat. I remember when I used to have to flip Packs. Flip packs. Now I'm flexing and balling, I'm the man, I Tell the bitch don't forget that. Trap holidays. Everything look easy, But this can get as scary. Money coming in and me, your ass can meet Your burial. Shooters all around and me, Your ass can get the worst of it. She want a menage, she just wanna get the Best of me. bitch, I ain't no sucker, I can't give this ho no recipe. All these guns around, boy, your ass can meet Your destiny. Shooters in my squad, Boy, you sure you want the best of me? Give you fifteen out my 30, then they get The rest of me. I hustle, see, I just Hit the trap, that's where that money be. U-usually, I make calls, Ricardo, He live by a beach. Money talk, broke niggas never get to hear the Speech. Money talk. Money talk. Broke niggas don't hear that speech. Remember when I used to sit back. Now I can't control myself, I love them automatics. I say remember when them niggas chit-chat. I guess they play the game called ta-ta-ta-tat. Don't make me come and shoot up your kickback. Grrah. Bullets get to spraying like Brrat-tat-tat-tat. I remember when I used to have to flip Packs. Flip packs. Now flexing and balling, the man, I tell the Bitch don't forget that. Squad