Trapsong Songtext
von Lord Kayso

Too far for herb I′ll deliver
Guyanese gold straight dancing on a Nigga
Like it's glitter
Lit
This time I remember
Tryna get Live like a 7th grade September
I′m slender
KP
Y'all Dragon Bender
Maybe copycats get wet up and soaked
I stay in the trap
Bitch I play in the trap
But apparently this the first trap shit that I wrote huh?

Hold up
I'm just stuntin on my ex bitch


My next bitch got Kayso upon her necklace
And next this
Watch me scratch these goals off my checklist.
I′m Guyanese I got about an O on my left wrist.
Bracelet or bangle
My gold chain dangle
Like strange fruit
Wrote some shit down then it came true
It′s like casting a spell
Yo the Ghosts of Bildersee is like a passage from hell
And heaven is what you make it
This shit is for the taking
If you don't go and get it then somebody else will
I had a whole bunch of ideas
I′m talking bout real (real)
Went and shared the shit and gave somebody else skills
Rejects and castoffs wanna be accept
Pop Molly and Percocet
Gwan take ya mask off
Mask off
Mask off
Mask off
Take it off
Take it off

I got

Bitches behind pots stirring not caring
Probably cooking that crack curry crab
Take a pic of it throw that shit in the chat
Because my Momma told me
Not to sell work
She found my skizzy now my old Earth hurt
It's saddd
Had that smell proof type bag
And I hide it in my sock
When I′m on the block.

Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

I ain't tryna sound like nooo body′s chirren
Woke up to niggas talking like they staring
I be like Gz you serious


I can't believe this shit again
My friends is blowing in the wind

Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked

That shit is
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Wicked