50K (feat. Trap Manny)

(Traphouse Mob)

Woo

Woo, woo, woo

(Swirv)

Ha-ha-ha-ha (I'm 'bout to lose my fucking mind)

Grrt

Baow, woo

I don't got time for no minimum wage (Uh)

It's fifty K to go on stage (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Woo, woo, woo

I don't got time for no minimum wage

It's fifty K to go on stage

Woo, woo, woo

Look, I pop a perc' for dinner (Woo)

Sinner, winner

Pop Smoke drillin'

I'll do a drill in the Wraith

I'll go jump you with the apes

He gon' send shots where you lay

And I'mma pull up with the K (Brrt)

HK, SK

Trap Manny let it spray

I'm trying to put 'em in the grave (Sheesh)

Can't be workin' no minimum wage (Nah)

Bitch, Trap Manny is my name

It's gon' be a man down, and that's on the set

Glock 9, infrared

You better run when you see Dread

'Cause boy aimin' for your head

Know that we puttin' in pain

Aimin' for your (Baow)

Boy, aimin' for your brain

Know we do it for the gang (Woo)

HB, Flossy (Woo)

Catch a opp, do him like Cain

And I still got the Perc' for the yaks

Opps still runnin', like Ricky, ain't catch 'em yet

From the BK, back to the BX

Disrespect my nigga Pop Smoke, get a hole in your chest (Yeah)

And I'm opposition K (Sheesh)

EBK, EBK

Fry that nigga, fish fillet

I'm known for puttin' in pain

And spinnin' in the Wraith (Uh)

While I'm chillin' with your bae

You wifin' a thot, and I'm fuckin' her face

'Member when [?] and I was upstate

I was spinnin' the yard, always kept a blade

Nigga try me, he goin' end up running from pain

Yeah, I scammed you for nothing, still play in them banks (Ha-ha)

Trappin', scammin'

Bitch, it's Pop Smoke, Trap Manny

That big .38 on me ain't jammin'

If you ain't jacking Woo, then get out the way

If you ain't jacking HB, get out the way

If you ain't jacking Pop, then get out the way

If you ain't jacking Trap, then get out the way

Hit that boy up, then fly to LA

Woo, ayy, ayy

Know that we duckin' the jakes

And if you try to hide, we find where you stay (Woo)

Waitin' for you (Sheesh)

Pop out and get popped in the face

Pop will pull up .22, I tote big .38s (Yeah)

Aimin', blowin' (Yeah)

Six shots, it disfigured his face (Sheesh)

We goin' have his homies put his face on a chain (Yeah)

Bullets rainin', it's stormin' (Woo)

Trying to sound like thunder when it sprays

Lot of niggas tellin', gotta watch what I say

Huh, Raf Simmons, transformin', yeah

I'ma hit 'em up and then gon' fly to LA (Baow)