Key Glock – All I Know Is Trap

I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back

I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Ayy, ayy
Damn near a million on drugs
Smokin’ Backwoods ’til my lungs black
Somebody please call Adidas
Dodgin’ these hoes like The Matrix
Finessin’ you, check up the deuce
The fuck?
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
G-L-O-C-K
Paper Route business, Taliban
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
Okay, okay
[Chorus]
Got choppers just like Vietnam
My chopper kickin’ like FIFA
Forgis sit up like some dubs
Nigga this shit not a game
And tell ’em to sponsor Glock Season

I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin’
[Outro]
Slavin’ your ho while you savin’ her
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Where the Visine that I bought?
South Memphis you know where I’m from
Kick in your trap like kung-fu
[Chorus]
Choppers and Glocks like the navy
I’m ballin’ hard, fourth quarter
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
[Intro]
Mask off and I got the flame
The fuck?

[Chorus]
I got more stripes than a bengal

Your shit out the middle of the mall
I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy
I got more stripes than a zebra
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
I call the shots like Tom Brady
If we don’t agree, I extort him
My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
[Verse 1]
Ride with this shit like I’m Cain

Call up the plug, make an order
I’m a big dog Great Dane
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
I feel like I’m Rocko the Don
I just fucked somebody’s daughter
You play, you get shot with two K’s
I brought out my racks today

Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
All this blue, I play for Duke
Put his brains on a pavement
I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap
Like Shaggy I’m ridin’ with my dog
G-L-O-C-K
Damn bro where your cape at, huh?
[Verse 2]
Come get your bitch off my penis
Guttin’ your bitch like I’m Jason

I got them P’s on the way
I might buy a gold Audemar
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m ballin’ just like no tomorrow
Spent six figures on guns
Foreign clothes I’m still a thug
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
She suck me clean, algae eater
Ice on my neck, your bitch love that