[Intro]
AXL
Traphouse Mob
This is a Melo beat
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, why?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
[Chorus]
My Italian ting say, "Grazie, papi" once I done out her back
You ain't ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
My Italian ting say, "Grazie, papi" once I done out her back
You ain't ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with thе trap
[Verse 1]
Cock it, lock it, lean back and slap
Yung S and them 22 yutes try comе with 100 waps
And then he lied and said I got splashed, and lemme tell you 'bout facts
We had them hiding in gaffs
And Lampz died to come outside, he wished he never done them Snaps
District 1, you know that's gang
24 hours, we trap and slang
The boy got touched, he was talkin' nuts
Now he's back in the ambulance van
Like, I was with S and gang
When 20 of your niggas all ran
Masked up like the Taliban
Straight smoke, no Amsterdam
They don't even want no drama
No drama, 'cah I swing that racket
And Bruno got splashed eight times, the pussy couldn't hack it
Two man, one ped
One man double-tap and slap it
Go back your bruce about you're not involved
'Cah I'm still gonna hafta splash it
But he's in need of assistance
All twitchin', like he's talkin' to death
Broad-day splashings, scene's all messed
Civilians all distressed
Them boy still ain't leveled up
So, I showed them man about levs
Rev it, rev it
Hop off the ped and aim that shit for his chest
The spins gon' bark, no Scooby
No movie, this real-life shit
All my niggas skitz
And the opps love panic and shit
Located on the paigon's strip, with a big ZK on my hip
Two splashings and he then started to fit
If they glide, we'll counter-rip
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, why?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
[Chorus]
My Italian ting say, "Grazie, papi" once I done out her back
You ain't ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
My Italian ting say, "Grazie, papi" once I done out her back
You ain't ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
Delivering drugs like Postman Pat
'Cah I'm too in love with the trap
[Verse 2]
Man find it, just confirm it, hurt him
Jump back up in Germans
Back to business, OT servin'
HO gang, we know who's been lurkin'
Put bullet holes through his curtains
And the grub get wrapped like turbans
Put bullet holes through his curtains
And the grub get wrapped like turbans
Do a rainbow flick with my blade
When I just have to carve man's chest
Splash, cheff, cheff, cheff
Like, bro, where's your vest?
PYC, like, protect your chest
Horrid settings, scene's all messed
We went right, them man went left
Couple man banned and they can't come back
'013 when I got my first chinging
Bro didn't wanna bring the young Gs
But I told him, "Just bring 'em"
S.Savv, I'm known for them dippings
Same way I got down T
That was hella Ribena spilling
Like fill the nine with shells
Slap that off and then go bill 'em
Most of these rappers talk too much
But they ain't even done no drillings
It's funny how I chopped down Ace
Had the bally on, so you know they never seen my face
And ZT keeped the .9 on them boy, just 'cause he got that blade
Like, man can't tell me 'bout splashings
'Cah they know I abuse it
Man poke man up, no toothpick
Do man dirty, then keep it movin'
Them man drop, civilians shocked
When I put my blade through a human
Two M's in Hackney, so, how the fuck are we losing?
So, how the fuck are we losing?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, why?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
