In The Trap

Yeah, It's the mother fucking Gutta Bitch Gutta Bitch Music Sobe J. do's it These hoes ain't real, I'm the Realest Bitch out here Posted in the mother fucking Trap Nigga .How about that? Huh? In the trap with the forty, while I guard my nigga stash If a ho run up on me I'm gone bust him in his ass M.O.B. what them niggas scream I ain't trying to hear that Dope Boys want me on they team, I'm iced out you see that Pussy fat, ass, my pockets stay fat Bet your baby daddy get my name for a tat I'm the hood home girl, not that big girl La Chat I'm that shit, I'm that Bitch Ho I'm hotter then some grits Fuck all that diking shit I'm not that rapper signing tits Dick from a real thug selling drugs When he in that pussy tight fit like some uggs I'm like a fucking diary because I don't never tell And if he want me to I'm gone put it on a scale, bag it up, and sell First class delivery like ups mail, Damn What's Up Thugs I only fuck with niggas that got the major plugs Work, you know them Gutta Bitches out here got that work If he trying to see some ass, I'm gone make it twerk Aye, Sobe where you at? I'm posted in the trap Where the forty at? You know that bitch stay on my lap You know them Gutta Bitches out here got that work If he trying to see some ass, I'm gone make it twerk Aye, Sobe where you at? I'm posted in the trap Where the forty at? You know that bitch stay on my lap A Real Bitch out here doing Real Bitch Shit These fucked ass hoes ain't me Quit imitating me Bitch, you hoes ain't real Fuck you mean, you know what I'm saying A Bitch out here getting money, you hoes ain't seeing shit Bitch how the fuck do your ass got a nigga when you broke Bitch How the fuck you got a nigga when your lights off bitch How the fuck you in the club with your home girl shit on Come on now, Bitch you ain't seeing me You hoes ain't real Come on now, The fuck you mean Hand me down ass hoes, I think I said Enough to these mother fuckers