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[Chorus]
Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot

Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

[Verse 1]
I drop time on first time, non-violent offenders
Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city
Drop the gas to a dollar three-five, I’m tryna get richer
Let the families from Mexico go be back with they children

Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they political prisoners
They treat the Muslims unfair, that’s in all of the systems
They tryna break my nigga Ralo, tell the family that we miss him
They put that panel against you, you gotta stand on that witness
That’s all the way

[Chorus]
Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot

Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

[Verse 2]
Whatchu talkin’ about when dude tried to rob me
I was solo, I ain’t have no one ‘round me
I go anywhere, I ain’t got no boundaries
Election time, it was tight for Obama

Streets stalker, what, you upped the revolver?
What I did? Bitch I grabbed for the gun
You let off two times, one in the hip and back of my leg right under my ass

Bullet hit, breakin’ the bone in half
Hospital two weeks and a half
After that I healed up in a cell
Prayin’ to God when I was in jail

Going in black, they put you through hell
Holdin’ you ransom, raisin’ your bail
Throw you a sandwich, hot nigga, yeah
Yeah, I’m fully prepared

[Chorus]
Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot

Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I
Make America trap again, oh I, I

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

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