(Intro)
I wake up, grab my Scrappy then I hit the door
I do it trapping bonds at the corner store

(verse)
Don don nigga with a big bomb and a pistol
Trappin' at the corner store chasin' dollars
Breaking the bitch down that we got from the guala
This can get ya issues, y'all niggas sure?
Drue boy, drink a lot like watchsters
Pillow suit the chopper, Angela Coster
Cuban link gold, gold like I'm sure
Trappin' at the corner store with the robbers
OG told me not to trap with no scrubs
Gangsta shit I just adapt to
I be on molly that fuck shit
Sniffin' OG in the bathroom
I came on round that fuck shit
Finding dead bodies in the woods
First for the A: ain't no snitching in the hood

(Hook)
I came up trapping for the money
Reppin' bricks on like Mondays
I grab the scrap and then I hit the door
Extendo my gun, I got the trap house
In a figgle, for a ________(?)
Obama bud off o' 34
Had the corner store start cut my lawn
Longway week
I wake up, wear my strapping then I hit the third time
I grew up trapping bonds at the corner store
OG told me, don't you trap it off the gun no more
I grew up trapping bonds at the corner store
Corner store, corner store
I grew up trapping bonds at the corner store
Corner store, corner store
I grew up trapping bonds at the corner store