[Intro: YSN Trapp]
Gang
(Authentic or nothin')
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back
I got dope in my Louis knapsack, I'm bringin' the trap back
[Verse 1: YSN Trapp]
Glock 23, it hold thirty-three in it
Don't know what to call the bitch, Jordan or Pippen
I made his bitch cross him out for some inches (For some inches)
She a freak, she a thot, ain't no difference (Huh?)
I want the Maybach with the stars in the ceiling
Shit deeper than rap 'cause this really how I'm livin' (Ayy)
Money gang, murder gang, we handle business
I spent a few thousand just on ammunition (It's Trapp)
I just hit Lenox and fucked up a hundred
I'm on the road with thirty 'bows in a Honda
I called the plug and I told him to dump 'em (To dump 'em)
He pulled up in thе hood in a Tonka (In a Tonka)
I'm from Columbus, we call it the jungle (Thе jungle)
Fucked on his bitch, fucked her right out her jumper (Out her jumper)
I'm sellin' bags and my bitch sellin' bundles
I'm livin' like Tip, it's a family hustle
Every bag that I sell, I make double (Make double)
So every play either bands or better (Bands or better)
Fuck these hoes, we gon' fuck 'em together (We gon' fuck 'em together)
Make a brick out a brick, now that's extra (Now that's extra)
Yeah, it's back to the trap like I'm Bankroll (Like I'm Bankroll)
That same extra brick get his brains blowed (Get his brains blowed)
Yeah, it ain't a hood that I can't go
Come through drippin' like a raincoat, it's Trapp
[Chorus: YSN Trapp]
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, uh
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, ayy
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, uh
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, ayy
[Verse 2: Foogiano]
I brought the trap back (Trap)
Walk with a Glock in my backpack (Ah)
Mayor, I don't need no hashtag (No)
You don't put "bossman" (What?), you better scratch that (Fool)
Boy, I go crazy, I make this your last dance (Dummy)
I want forty or better (Hot)
My ice, it dictate the weather (Ice, ice)
Diamonds yellow like Coachella (Ah)
Name someone better (Ho)
I'll personally write him a letter
And tell him that he's very special (Damn)
I come from the jungle (Huh?)
Me and Trapp, we had to rumble (Huh?)
Why you think they seen the hunger? (Ooh)
Now I got them M's (Racks)
And my whip look like a Lam' (Huh?)
Got your main bitch, she on film (Uh)
Stomp her like Timbs (Uh)
I been ballin' out the gym (What?)
Dunk his ass, I break the rim (Ooh)
He claim to be solid (Dummy)
Got his bitch and she got bodied (What?)
Head so good, I went to college (Ugh, ugh)
Rookie season like Luka (Ball)
I bring that smoke like a hookah (Ho)
These hollows flyin' out this Ruger (Ho, boom)
Your family gon' lose 'em (Dummy)
Dumb-ass nigga was a loser (Dummy)
Clip is long just like a ruler (Ho)
It's Authentic or nothin' (Mobb)
I got these drums and the drummin' (Drum, grrah)
Ice so cold, might change the summer (Ice, ice)
And these niggas be frontin' (Ho)
I got these youngins, they comin' (Huh?)
Me and Trapp, we been a hundred, ho
[Chorus: YSN Trapp & YSN Solid]
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, uh
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, ayy
I'm bringin' the trap back (Yeah), I'm bringin' the trap back, uh (Ayy, you know it)
I'm bringin' the trap back (It's Solid), I'm bringin' the trap back, ayy
[Verse 3: YSN Solid]
These niggas be talkin' too much, I ain't with that (I ain't with that)
Pull up and just push your shit back (Boom)
I keep that Draco, don't got no kickback (Brrt)
Shooters on payroll, they leave your face flat (On God)
I'm in that Ford, tryna switch to a Maybach (Skrrt, skrrt)
She wanna fuck, why that ho ain't just say that? (Ain't just say that)
Tryna have kids, leave 'em right where your face at (Where your face at)
Off spray 'cause I'm gettin' tired of these natnats (It's Solid)
Too many racks, I think I need a backpack (Backpack)
I fucked her, twenty-one, that's my lil' blackjack (My blackjack)
Shit get you popped at night like a black cat (Burr)
VVS diamonds, never got my shit snatched (You know it)
I made a twenty posted at the Big Cat (Solid)
My bitch fucked my partner, guess she want some get-back (Some get-back)
We step on toes, tit-tat (Tit-tat)
Us against them, that's a mismatch, it's Solid
[Chorus: YSN Trapp]
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, uh
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, ayy
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, uh
I'm bringin' the trap back, I'm bringin' the trap back, ayy
[Outro]
(This is Authentic)
