Bottom Of The Trap Lyrics by Hardo (feat. Icewear Vezzo & EST Gee)
Man dis Rat ass n**** gat whiskers
Told her no pictures
No i won’t kiss her
Stop taking percs
Ima real bad itcher
Shiz he will it shoot
Like curry on sixers
I gat the snow
and i’m maken blizzard
Fuc ya lil stove
We came up on blinders
Fuc these lil hoes
These n***** be tenders
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 aint in tints
Fuc erry n**** against
I gat a thousand they 10s
Im maken thousands in tims
Donkey will knock off ya lims
I lift the weight it ain’t gyms
I sold a 8thy in kims
I road out daily to slim
I got these bricks i’m makin it flood
Look at my wrist i came from the mud
Fresh everyday like i came from the club
I want him whacked im spendin a dubb
Sellin dope all day crazy i was
Gata lil wiser now i got bud
Dick on the nina i made it a stud
She wanna fuck right here on the tub
Bust on her butt i took off the rub
Fuc all this rap shit bitch ima plug
Ima real birdman he want a lug
Stepped on whole one that’s what it was
I caught a cold one that’s just bcuz
He wan hold sum showed em sum love
Fucked on her good now she maken me grub
Ima real big dog he just a cub
Fuc your show we will blow in the club
Ain’t doin’ no song unless it’s more than a dubb
All blue shit n***** kno that we cuh
Yea gang nem crip
Lil bro and them blood
Pop 2 percs while i pour up the mud
I walk shit down like i’m holding a grudge
Left wrist dancing holding my cup
N***** kno that you cap you told to the judge
Ice to freezy
Take dog chain he easy
Yay house slap like meechies
The big blicky
N***** like ice you tweakin
Rock diors not yeezys
Whole neck rocky
Hoe give me head that’s sloppy
Icey as fuck playing hockey
Pint full of molly
(Never direct for no outfit )
Light shit up like takis
(I’m in a tank no back in forth)
We caught 2 bodies that’s back and forth
Forgis big we crashed the porsche
Olympics game i’ll clap that torch
Wak and qua my naps to short
I was runnin up pints wit act and morris
Load up that top
Them 762s bac to bac
Like im stackin quarters
Rich of coarse
I was getn crack cocaine on the block them bricks up newark
Dek was a rat he showed the trap
if he knew the exacts woulda showed them the fork
I speak da facts
chop with the gadgets attached
Tryn put on a show for ya corpse
I add the tax
Damn he was always a liar
But told em the truth in the courts
Ain’t no way i let em get away if we go broad day
Y’all be playing around wit small change really in my way
2 different bricks i gave 3 seperate hits now its lebron james
6 now
How i kno
I told em rock his coat
To hide his pole
Not cuz its in style
I duck off i come in town
Know how i get down
He tried to run aint pull his blick out
Knocked his ribs out
You know its levels n***** playn round wit fire
Til they run into the devil
Because you talk loud and aggressive
It do not make you a stepper
Walk down and be careful
If you trip you going to heaven
All them times that i remember
Them fumes got me high from scrappin up them extras
If its raw food you can feel it in the texture before you smell it