Still in the trap and I'm running
See all this paper I'm counting
Spend all this money is nothing

Got a few birdies, mo coming
Got the mollies, got the K's
Foreign shipment overseas

Birdies chopping down the street
Split a chicken, get no heat


Still in the trap and I'm running
Still in the trap and I'm running
Still in the trap and I'm running

Still in the trap and I'm running

I'm still in the trap, I'm running my lap

Paper I stack make a hater go mad
The nine on my lap can $#&@ with they head
But now since I'm famous I just put out a band

I got big choppers, straight from the army

My goon gonna loon when somebody harm me

Cold blooded killers, they'd shoot you for money
And they are so crazy they shoot you for nothing
I B in the kitchen, me in the kitchen

Landing that pigeon, chopping the chicken
Working the week-end chopping and splitting


Got me new money, all from the whipping.
Got me new (*##$es, got me new haters
Got me new Bezel, with purple, it's the Lakers

Got me new shoes, Gucci the maker
Spending this money, still getting more paper
Still in the trap,

I could be an artist if trapping was art
I keep go the hardest and trapping is hard
(*##$ I'm a bailer, get out of my yard!


Chorus:


Still in the trap and I'm running
See all this paper I'm counting
Spend all this money is nothing

Got a few birdies, mo coming
Got the mollies, got the K's
Foreign shipment overseas

Birdies chopping down the street
Split a chicken, get no heat


Still in the trap and I'm running
Still in the trap and I'm running
Still in the trap and I'm running

Still in the trap and I'm running

I get so high and money is my drug

See me getting money not giving a mother$#&@
See me going global but still $#&@ing round the block
See me in the Gucci store, closing up the shop

YSL belt holding up on my Cavalli

I think I just lost my head cause I keep looking for Molly

Got a pocket full of Mollies, got the bunnies start the party
Got a pistol in my pocket, living lavish, John Gotti
And everything you need, I'm serving

Your girl came to me, I'm serving
$#&@ my competition, I'm serving


Chorus:

Still in the trap and I'm running

See all this paper I'm counting
Spend all this money is nothing
Got a few birdies, mo coming

Got the mollies, got the K's
Foreign shipment overseas
Birdies chopping down the street

Split a chicken, get no heat

Still in the trap and I'm running
Still in the trap and I'm running
Still in the trap and I'm running

Still in the trap and I'm running