Lyrics CGM – Trap Goes Dead

Stepped with the rams, no lacking
Or step up with the smoke, because this beefs way too cracking
What you mean if the trap goes dead?
They don’t know nothing about trapping

Got smacked up on your face
Got wacked like where was your friend?
Try come to 11, that’s 4+7, man know we’re the realist in ends
Like we ain’t been touched like them
No way could I get touched way back then
Then not do nutting like them
Like I swear we’re the realist in west
Nope, we’re the realist in London
Got skengs on skengs on skengs
Like we got skengs on abundance
And wagwan for all these new yutes
You got chained in singing and running
And we do drills on drills
Like what you know about plumming?
I could tell you about drills
I could tell you about traps
What you know about 63 grams in a teewizz pack
I could tell you about AM
What you know about lighting mans block?
I could turn white city into a dam
These niggas getting banged that’s normal
Like how you still screaming gang?

Stepped with the rams, no lacking

Went shows with the dots, do that on the 2+10
And its mad cause I did it with the 12, I bet that went over your head
And I know about glides on the 1-2, done bare miles on peds
And I left that boy leaking, like his mom his her reds
That shit’s way too horrid
The battery died like Richards dad
So I had to take glides like Borris
And hella man dashed like forest
Let’s be honest, these niggas ain’t on it
Slap 2, have 2 in my pocket
Damn right, I’m the hotest
Really the realist in west
They ain’t banging on me
And if you heard it was done in west
Then I guess it was done by my Gs
I put light on streets, I put dark on streets
Fucking to opps, double tap that dots
Real shit I thought I was Digga D

Stepped with the rams, no lacking
Or step up with the smoke, because this beat way too cracking
What you mean if the trap goes dead?
They don’t know nothing about trapping
And dem man only banging on tracks
Like please start doing what you’re rapping
Like please start doing what you’re rapping