Trap Line

This my trap line Stay up through the night like a vampire I don't sell lean but if I did it'd be thirty a line How ya shit so low, who you get it from It's classified Asking all them questions, what you think you trying to cut me out But with the weed, when it hit twelve fifteen, we shut the shop down But if you want some Millie's, get up with me cuz the always round Green fifteens, blue thirty boppas or some pink tens Grey twenty's come once in a blue moon, you better tap in Yellow fifteens but them rp fifteen bitches, bite a beast Might not want the OP thirty cuz they gotta time release Nigga asked me What you mean them bitches gotta time release I mean if you don't pop it right it might not kick 'till next week But with the trees, we got everything, that you might need High's, lows, baby's, bows, zaza straight from LB Bows ranging anywhere from four fifty to twenty three And I can find you za for twenty five, just gotta check and see But we got highs too that look like za, for only fifteen Real exotic, runts or sherblotty to the PBB's So much fetty coming from them lows, feel like a PPP My nigga fuck with banks so we need SS's n CVVs I remember standing on the side with like an ounce I get there at nine, when it hit twelve o clock, I'm running out Now we bip the plays, I sell a pound before the sun come out He gone hit me later, I just give 'em what he want for now Middle-manning work, don't feel a way because I did it Find the lowest number, then I add a couple hundred with it We gone run this shit through and we ain't stopping till it finish You ain't gotta buy it, bro don't got a problem with the ticket If I front you work and you take too long, you fucked it up If I front you work n you don't answer calls, you fucked it up Even if you bring that money back, just know the price went up And if you think you running off with that, just know you out of luck Every nigga, that owe me money, niggas know wassup My plug said, I'm gone front some extra pounds, so you can run it up This shit be going fast, you wait too long, you ain't gone get enough Nigga told me, hold it for hour Told him that he gone be sour Once that hour up, he call me my phone, that shit be gone like powder And we swap the plays if I ain't good my bro gone hit the sale We got power We got motion City ours Everybody right here play they roll, we eating steak in towers Ain't no cowards in my circle, bitch niggas get devoured And I got my mojo with this shit I feel like Austin powers I ain't selling ready, fucking with these ps, ran up thousands