"Trap Doin Numbers" lyrics

Look, uh, ho, stop callin' my fuckin' phone, don't you see me trappin'?
Look

Uh-huh, ho, stop callin' my fuckin' phone, don't you see me trappin'?
Nigga, my trap doin' numbers, you ain't havin' traffic
Put my wrist off in a pot and let it gymnastic
On the scroll, makin' hand-to-hand transactions
Ho, I'm out here chasin' paper and you steady naggin'
You ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, boy, you stay flaggin'
Street nigga, I grew up with no food in the cabinet
Have you ever seen a brick Saran wrapped in plastic?

How you ever seen a brick do a somersault?
I can't front a broke nigga shit, I'ma take a loss
Trap swingin', methamphetamine and the fentanyl
If I ain't got no more molly, I'm servin' a nigga bath salts
I been grindin' twenty-four hours like I'm on Adderall
Dropped a twenty-eight, it came back twenty-eight like Marsha Faul
Steady chasin' after these hoes, that's your downfall
I'm out here trappin' like it's legal, motherfuck the law
Uh, he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, then don't even call
I got a A1 pound, cook a whole brick of raw
When you hit this shit here, it give you lockjaw
You ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, that's your downfall

Uh-huh, ho, stop callin' my fuckin' phone, don't you see me trappin'?
Nigga, my trap doin' numbers, you ain't havin' traffic
Put my wrist off in a pot and let it gymnastic
On the scroll, makin' hand-to-hand transactions
Ho, I'm out here chasin' paper and you steady naggin'
You ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, boy, you stay flaggin'
Street nigga, I grew up with no food in the cabinet
Have you ever seen a brick Saran wrapped in plastic?