A1 Trap - Origin Story

Gang gang
Neighborhood villain
Pop my shit for real
Aint no more hero shit ain no more save the day shit
Gang
Thats on gang
Keep it solid and dont neva tell, thats how its posed to be
Riding through the hood inside that V8 know they notice me
Im peeping all the fake handshakes and vibes, please dont get close to me
Im toting on that fye, while speaking heat you not as cold as me
Im in my bag like everyday, im tryna run me up some cash
You let them niggas take yo gun, and take yo sack wont get it back
The opps got expiration dates im tryna see em go out bad
Play wit the gang, nah that aint safe, we been the type to get you tagged
Greatest one to do it time to shine and ian letting up
Cant neva let these sluts know where i stay these hoes a set you up
Doing this for the ones who count me out, im tryna bet on some
That nigga mad cuz i fucked on his hoe like she was wet assum
The real villain
Real menace
Known for taking shit
My mama said why you got them tattoos, it stand for taking risks
This automatic turbo switching lanes, your shit cant play wit this
These niggas dap me up and ask for money, then go make a diss
Like gahdamn nigga
Dont forget who made sure you was right
Like gahdamn nigga
Catch his ass rolling up at the light
That blackout 308 gon give ya pain, nah ian come to fight
That nigga play wit gang and thats a shame he gonna lose his life
Im tryna run my money up i feel like fuck them niggas
Mama had been peeped all of that fake shit, cannot trust these niggas
12 found a glock in my back seat asked do i buss at niggas
I get that pack and trap it out, it stank it smell like musty niggas
He think that if i dont go flex wit guns then ian got em on me
In that 300 all black with the red beam, i got that choppa on me
I jumped up off that porch, i know my mama see me different
Went from neva getting hoes, to having 3some wit bad bitches
Keep it solid and dont neva tell, thats how its posed to be
Riding through the hood inside that V8 know they notice me
Im peeping all the fake handshakes and vibes, please dont get close to me
Im toting on that fye, while speaking heat you not as cold as me
Im in my bag like everyday, im tryna run me up some cash
You let them niggas take yo gun, and take yo sack wont get it back
The opps got expiration dates im tryna see em go out bad
Play wit the gang, nah that aint safe, we been the type to get you tagged

Written by:
Jonathon Winbush

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