Headed to the Trap - Nino Man/Lil Tjay

Composed by：Louis Abney

Never trust a n***a that can never get his cash right

F**kin' up his bread 'cuz

He be tryna live the fast life

Homie claim he broke but always higher

Than the gas price

They ain't give me mo-wait look

They ain't give me money so

I went and got my own s**t

They ain't share they w**d

I had to go and get my own zips

On the corner givin' fiends

A sample so my phone click

When they leave I guarantee

They come back like they homesick

OT with a quarter brick I need all of that

Duckin' football never tryna bring this quarter back

N***as say my ex a freak f**k you

Think who taught her that

B***hes don't curve me

I just never call them back

Lotta people broke it's a joke

S**t ain't funny and

Don't say you wanna trap

If it ain't no money here

Gotta go through them dark days

Till the sunny end

Stacked up 12 months straight up

Had a bummy year

Headed to the trap

I'm really tryna get my bands up

N***as they be talkin'

I just told 'em get them grams up

Yeah I got my hands up

Yeah I got bananas

You run up on me

I'mma have 'em shootin' at your nana

Gotta keep the code while

I'm on the road doin' shows

Tryna get this dough

I be stackin' cake runnin' late

These n***as fake I told 'em

Get up out my f**kin' face

It's so much pain I swear these

N***as they just can't relate

Out of state I'm just really

Tryna get my bag right

Mad ice b***hes be like Lil Tjay mad nice

I'm in the lab and I'm just cookin'

Like I'm Walter White

I'm off the Sprite you run up on me

I'mma off ya life

I ain't playin' games now I ain't sayin' names

You run up on me I might have

To put you on a chain

Call the gang they gon bang

And that s**t gon be the same

I'm a Stain see my chain

Couple thousand in my mane

Headed to the trap I'm really tryna get my bands up

N***as they be talkin' I just told 'em get them grams up

Yeah I got my hands up

Yeah I got bananas

You run up on me I'mma have 'em shootin' at your nana

Headed to the trap I'm really tryna get them bands up

Keep the pockets full it's hard for me

To keep my pants up

Cops be tryna jam us Judge wanna remand us

Any spot we in we f**k it up until they ban us