(DT the Kid)
(B-b-beat those drums)
Ayy, real is rare, nigga, money is everywhere
I rock Fear of God, but niggas fearin' me
D and G belt, seven hundred a piece
Trappin', nothin' left, how they raised me
Go and get some more, cop an AP
Got shot, my nigga died, was on the same street
You family, I'ma ride, we from the same tree
Right now, it's do or die, it's either you or me
Copped some loads, flip 'em for a band a piece
Bought a chain, made it back the same week
Tryna keep up, but I'm too much out of reach
Nonchalant up in my zone, how I be
Bro'nem keep tellin' me pop it some more
Never show spots to an opp-ass ho
I'm in Atlanta, I'm smokin' on Wham
I think that shit in the city right now
Niggas doin' shit that I already did
Small-ass nigga, you really my kid
Before I met Biz, I was in the trenches with a SIG
Nigga play and his wig get split
Glock with a switch, I was in the trap with that bitch
I was a lil' hot-ass jit
My nigga in Florida say he want 50 of these pounds
I told him, "Come get this shit"
Ayy, don't watch me, nigga, better watch your bitch
I connected them, 'cause, I been on since
And he hang with them niggas, I don't care who you hit
Since you claimin' that shit, just be there when we spin
I had the green, bro was thumpin' the fent'
Zoom in with the scope like the chopper got lens
I'm slidin' in the two-door, four-batic Benz
Add it up, he get hit up with six if he reach
Know they wanna link up, but I'm too out of reach
I might turn this shit up, cost like two hundred a piece
Ice on my neck, I been cool on the beach
What I paid for this shit, it's like two hundred G's
I'm with a redskin like the Chiefs
When it come to this trap shit, I'm a beast
You way too bad, I can't keep you low-key
I'm standin' up straight, but I'm sippin' on lean
Turn him to an angel, send shots out a Hellcat
I peeped his face, you ain't say shit, I fell back
If it's a dry, I'm who real, you can't sell that
I'm really servin' and swervin', I live that
We got 'em nervous, they can't get they kill back
Coughin', I hit it, you know that it's real threat
If the industry don't know, the hood gon' feel this
I'm really still in the trap, on some real shit
Ayy, I'm really still in the trap, on some real shit
Hey, I'm really still in the trap, on some real shit
Ayy, no cap
Still in the trap, ayy
Industry gon' feel this shit, I know
The hood gon' feel this shit, for real
Yeah, yeah, I'm action, no fake with it, 3308
(DT the Kid)
(B-b-beat those drums)