Take Orders lyrics

(Intro)

Yeah
Yeah
M'way
M'way
Let's get it!

(Chorus)

Real trap boy from a 1/4, hands-off I don't take orders
I don't take orders from no one lil' boy
Trap house pack gets slaughterd
I can show you lil' boys how to bake
Ice in the 'rex when I'm flicking that water
Am up in the trap house, ain't no space
Bagging up work, sh*t feelin' like torture

(Verse 1)

Jump in the car got tints on my whip
You know you can't see no sh*t
Just came through with a blacked out whip
With some Blacked out rims
And some blacked out kicks
Can't tell me sh*t lil' boy I got bands (Yeah)
You lil' boys won't understand
Am in the trap with the chalk and the sand
Mashing down work 'sh*t broke my hands
Walk up out the trap man I got hella bands on me
20 notes, 50 notes up
Hop in that car you know it's an AMG
Automatic I ain't gotta use no clutch
Am a skinny lil' n*gga
I don't go no gym lil' boy
I'd rather just shoot your ass up
My n*gga TG stepped in with a shank
f*ck around you can get your lil' self poked up
If you ever call my phone at 8 am
Just know that a n*gga prolly' just woke up
Man I got hella backwoods in the car
So you know that my sh*t just lookin' smoked up
I put too much weed in the sh*t
Everytime I take a hit man I swear I just choke up
Man I put this work in my hands
Am in the traphouse man just chopping coke up
(Chorus)

Real trap boy from a 1/4, hands-off I don't take orders
I don't take orders from no one lil' boy
Trap house pack gets slaughterd
I can show you lil' boys how to bake
Ice in the 'rex when I'm flicking that water
Am up in the trap house, ain't no space
Bagging up work, sh*t feelin' like torture

X2

(Verse 2)

Real dope boy I ain't never been college
Been up in the trap I can give a boy knowledge
sh*t up in the pot looking like porridge
When I say porridge, man that sh*t like oats
Speaking of oats, Manna been OT
Man set up shop OT went stoke
Take a drug test gonna fail that sh*t
Been bagging up weight pores filled with coke
I go hands-on if my line go slow
Put pebs in your mouth make sure you don't choke
OT wear no hats, no coats
Blend in, look like a normal bloke
I was dead broke man I swear I couldn't cope
Went to the trap started cutting down soap
Am up in the block
I ain't watching no soaps
Am up in the trap bagging that dope
Am on the 30 road doing 50
50 road doing about 110
I know these jakes wanna pitch me
Grips me they wanna see me in pen
I just got a call from ken
Said it's peng
And she wants to come see me again
Said she's with keenan and ken
And they both want 5
So you know that's 10
(Chorus)

Real trap boy from a 1/4, hands-off I don't take orders
I don't take orders from no one lil' boy
Trap house pack gets slaughterd
I can show you lil' boys how to bake
Ice in the 'rex when I'm flicking that water
Am up in the trap house, ain't no space
Bagging up work, sh*t feelin' like torture

X2