Bottom of the Trap lyrics

[Verse 1: Hardo]
Man, this rat-ass n*gga got whiskers
Told her, "No pictures," nah, I won't kiss her
Stopped taking Percs, I'm a real bad itcher
Shiz'll shoot it like Curry on the Sixers
I got the snow and I'm makin' it blizzard
f*ck your lil' stove, we came up on blenders
f*ck these hoes, these n*ggas be tender
I put a sign on the trap, say, "Enter"
I put a switch on the glick
I keep a broom like a witch
Pulled up on camp, ain't in tents
f*ck every n*gga against
I got a thousand, they tens
I'm makin' thousand attempts
Donkey'll knock off your limbs
I lift the weight, it ain't gyms
I sold an eighthy in Kim's
I rode out daily to Slim
I got thesе bricks, I'm makin' it flood
Look at my wrist, I came from the mud
Fresh еvery day like I came from the club
I want him whacked, I'm spendin' a dub
Sell dope all day, crazy, I was
Got a lil' wiser, now I got bud
di*k on the nina, I made it a stud
She wanna f*ck, right hand on the tub
Bust on her butt, I took off the rub'
f*ck all this rap sh*t, b*tch, I'm a plug
I'm a real bird man, he want a lug
Stepped on whole one, that's what it was
I caught a cold one, that's just because
He wanna hold somethin', showed him some love
f*cked on her good, now she making me grub
I'm a real big dog, he just a cub
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
f*ck your show, we'll blow in the club
I ain't doing no song less it's more than a dub
All blue slip, n*gga, know that we cuz
Yeah, gang them Crip, lil' bro and them Blood
Pop two Percs while I pour up the mud
I walk sh*t down like I'm holding a grudge
Left wrist dances, holding my cup
n*ggas knowin' you cap and you told to the judge
Ice too freezy
Take dog chain, he easy
Yay house slap like Meechy's
Lil' big blicky
n*ggas like, "Ice, you tweaking"
Rock Diors, not Yeezys
Whole neck rocky
Ho give me head, that's sloppy
Icy as f*ck, play hockey
Pint full of molly
Never duck right from no outfit
Light sh*t up like Takis
Never been the type, no back and forth
We caught two bodies, that's back and forth
Forgis big, we crashed the Porsche
Olympics gang how I clap that torch
Wock' and Qua', my naps too short
I was runnin' up pints back with Act' and Mort's
Load up that yop, them 7.62s
Back to back like I'm stackin' quarters
[Verse 3: Hardo]
Rich of course
I was getting crack cocaine on the block, that dope up Newark
Dek was a rat, he showed 'em the trap, if he knew the exacts, would've showed 'em the fork
I speak the facts, chop with the gadget attached, tryna put on a show for your corpse
I add the tax, damn, he was always a liar, but told 'em the truth in the courts

[Verse 4: EST Gee]
Yeah, ain't no way I let 'em get away when we go broad day
Y'all be playing 'round with small change, really in my way
Two different bricks, I gave three separate hits, now it's LeBron James
Six now
How'd I know? I told him rock his coat to hide his pole, not 'cause it's in style
Duck off, I come in town
Know how I get down
He tried to run, ain't pull his blick out
Knocked his ribs out
You know it's levels
n*ggas playing 'round with fire 'til they run into the devil
'Cause you talk loud and aggressive
That do not make you a stepper
Wanna walk down, be careful
If you trip, you going to heaven
All them times that I remember
Them fumes got me high from scraping up 'em extras
If it's raw food, you can feel it in the texture 'fore you smell it