Sugar Trap

Oh, oh, yeah

Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We got OG, we got powder, we got choppers, and flowers
If you scared, go call the opps, ‘cause we don’t welcome no cowards
We keeps sticks, and when we spray, it’s like a cinnamon shower
You’d think it’s diesel in the trap ‘cause all we smoking is Sour
I remember being broke, I used to dream about power
Now it’s bitches in the trap and they do what I desire
They can tell I’m on my shit ‘cause all I put out is fire
These bitches wearing hand me downs while I’m wearing designer
And I bet your nigga know me, I might be his supplier
Sugar trap, I’m on the map, that’s why you bitches all sour
Always keep a pretty strap because it match my attire
She wanna hate me so bad, but secretly admire, yeah

Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap