Dave East & G Herbo – My Trap lyrics

Uh (Renegade, Renegade, Renegade)
You ain’t spending no money, the f*** you over here for, n****?
Uh

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

Get the f*** out my place
She ask for the world and I gave that b**** space
You never seen a star, get the f*** out this Wraith
What the f*** I just made (Get out)
Thinking ’bout it, I spent like 50K on Cartier
Tomorrow it might be Audemar Piguet (Might)
These b****** 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 b****** 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 f*** out my trap
I only want cash, ain’t takin’ no credit
No, you ain’t gettin’ paid, give a f*** about that
Get the f*** out my trap (F*** out my trap)
Get the f*** out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle ’round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get f*** out my spot (F*** 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 s*** 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 n**** 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)
N***** 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 f*** out my trap (Get out)
I only want cash, ain’t takin’ no credit
No, you ain’t gettin’ paid, give a f*** about that
Get the f*** out my trap (The f*** out, n****)
Get the f*** out my spot before you park up
Gotta circle ’round the block, young boy got shot
They done got the strip hot
Get the f*** out my spot (Get out)

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