A$ap ferg - Trap and a dream
Overige artiesten: Meek mill

Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

Send them niggas to the hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I'm killin' niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won't ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I move that shark tank
In this bitch like I'm Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y'all say
It's for the love of the money, what y'all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won't do
Make a bill with these vocals and a pro tools
Thought I told you
Petal or metal, I try to slow down, but I can't
Fuckin' yo bitch and she kissin' the dick and I'm startin' to feel like I'm Tank
Chasin' the commas or karma, embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of you brain
Stay in ya lane (huh, ya)
I'm fuckin' your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth 'cause she parched
She throwin' it back with an arch
You cuffin' that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I dont wanna start
Two birds on my boat I'mma start
I'm kinda like Noah's Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain't got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he bark
I'd rather be chasin' the cream
Trappin' and trappin', I never be slackin'
I'm countin' a million a dream


Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

(Uh, yeah)
Trap and a dream (uh)
MAC with the beam (yeah)
Left Hollywood (damn)
Back to the fiends (woo)
Pull up in my hood (skrt skrrt)
And packs on the scene (hoo)
In the back like a spleen, hoo
Hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin', got the feds in my hood
It's like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin' it up
Fuckin' it up, plenty
Hop out the Spur
Get in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin
I'm in the cut, chilly
Mask on mask off
Reppin' my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O's
We gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told
Fuckin' models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold
All these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low
He gon' drop it, Lord knows
I got a

Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

Writers: ROBERT WILLIAMS , FRANK PARRA , Darold Ferguson

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