Hit the trap again
I might hit the trap again
Mercy
Handle it

But now I got bands, I went ham again
Hit the trap, I got to grab, I got to grab the bag
I'ma trap again, I'ma trap again
But now I got bands, I went ham again
Hit the trap, I got to grab, I got the bag again
Lately I been trap again, lately I'm been trap again

Fuckin' up the game
Ain't no fuckin' on my name
We ain't fuckin' with no lames
You ain't from the Drummers gang
All my niggas, they the same
Doin' drugs like Kirk Cobain
Heard my niggas had cocaine
Sell it and they do cocaine, yeah, yeah
I put yours in my Range
'Cause it's hard to maintain, yeah, yeah

But now I got bands, I went ham again
Hit the trap, I got to grab, I got to grab the bag
I'ma trap again, I'ma trap again
But now I got bands, I went ham again
Hit the trap, I got to grab, I got the bag again
Lately I been trap again, lately I'm been trap again

When I got bands, I hit the trap, I got them yams
I got them grams, I got them grams, I got them grams
Ain't the type to ride around in a Trans-Am
I had a Cutlass, now I'm ridin' in a van
All Versace on, my man
All around, Givenchy on my van
You ain't been where I been
And I never fold, never bend

But now I got bands, I went ham again
Hit the trap, I got to grab, I got to grab the bag
I'ma trap again, I'ma trap again
But now I got bands, I went ham again
Hit the trap, I got to grab, I got the bag again
Lately I been trap again, lately I'm been trap again

Lately I been trap again
Whoa
Call that ambulance
Might just crash again
'Cause I been traffickin'
Yeah, yo
Yeah
Crashin' in a van

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Writer(s): Jason Jackson, Travis Barker