Sorry We Was Trapping Testo

(Meech)
What up, Meech?
What up, Beans? (Michigan Meech)
We gon' keep the shit he talk (Man)

Missed my mama birthday, sorry, I was trappin'
I'ma throw a deal last time, sorry, I was waxin'
Told my bitch I quit sippin', sorry, I was cappin'
I ain't seen you in a minute, sorry, I been trappin'
He like, "Where you trap at?" Anywhere they taxin' (Boy) She like, "Why you keep them racks wrapped up in the plastic?"
She like, "Why you got all of these baby bottles in your cabinet?"
I'm like, "Why you so swift? You straight from a—"

Right, I ain't got no love for 'em
Nigga talkin' shit and he wet than a motherfucker
Put his ass up on the wall, yeah, just like Mona Lisa
Trafficking, yeah, with the bag, hide the dope up in the speaker
That bitch, she suck dick real good, yeah, she a well-known tweaker
I can teach you how to ball just by sittin' in the bleachers
Don't count me out on this bag, I'ma always be there
I'm mad as hell, I got a Wocky stain on this Off-White beater
I'll leave her before I eat her
Yeah, when I stick it in, she said, "Go a lil' deeper"
Caught her sneakin' in my jeans, act like I ain't even see her
Yeah, I'm real life with the bag, boy, you a make-believer
Take it out the water, throw it in the freezer
That bitch, she bad and bougie, I like her demeanor
Shake that ass, baby, I just wanna see it
She know I blow that bag, yup, every season
Missed my mama birthday, sorry, I was trappin'
I'ma throw a deal last time, sorry, I was waxin'
Told my bitch I quit sippin', sorry, I was cappin'
I ain't seen you in a minute, sorry, I been trappin'
He like, "Where you trap at?" Anywhere they taxin' (Boy)
She like, "Why you keep them racks wrapped up in the plastic?"
She like, "Why you got all of these baby bottles in your cabinet?"
I'm like, "Why you so swift? You straight from a—" (Man)

He like, "Where you trap at?" Somewhere in the hood
He like is that shit hot? No, it's Meagan Good
I'ma beat the road down, play that shit like Suge
Only thing a nigga wish, I wish a nigga would
All this shit came from Hutch, ain't come from Golden Sun
I'ma send a hundred grams 'fore I send a ton
No cap, real nigga, gotta test the run
My young nigga wild, shootin', killin' shit for fun
All I do is send a lo', he gon' get it done
Bitch, I was sendin' niggas out before I had a gun
Bitch, I was sendin' on the road before I had a run
It's brazy, I was plugged in before I had a plug
I was hittin' Meech up, tryna grab a beat
I ain't need a realtor to go and grab a key
Nigga try to play me to the left, I told him keep it neat
Nigga tryna beef on the 'Gram, I told him keep it street (Michigan Meech)