Backwood Q - Trapman Lyrics

My b***h on acid
Pull out the stack it's in the plastic
We never lackin we blast him
Run up the racks
Imma trap man
Trapman trapman trapman
Run up the racks imma trapman
Trapman trapman trapman
Run up the racks imma trapman

My dawg got 30
I ain't talkin curry
I'm not playin golf but I just got a birdie
I used to wake up at 7:30
Just to get my cake up
I was in a hurry
I ball too hard imma need a jersey
If he look like a opp than you never serve him
She want my cock I ain't talkin turkey
When they locked my boy turbo up that shit hurt me
I don't never get locked out man I be working
See the money i'm making she used to curve me
Run a sack I'm a ram like my last name Gurley
I get high to the sky and my vision blurry

I'm rockin Gucci designer
And I put that on my mama
She want dick yeah anaconda
Put her to sleep wit no pajamas
I make her leak like the Bahamas

This the Backwood y'all wanted
Backwood Szn s**t
N****s done playin with you n****s
Aye Aye!

My b***h on acid
Pull out the stack it's in the plastic
We never lackin we blast him
Run up the racks
Imma trap man
Trapman trapman trapman
Run up the racks imma trapman
Trapman trapman trapman
Run up the racks imma trapman