50k (feat. Pop Smoke)

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Traphouse Mob)
Woo
Woo, woo, woo (Grrt)
(Swirv)
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Im bout to lose my ****ing mind)
Grrt
Baow, woo
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I dont got time for no minimum wage (Uh)
Its fifty K to go on stage (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Woo, woo, woo
I dont got time for no minimum wage
Its fifty K to go on stage
Woo, woo, woo
[Verse: Pop Smoke & Trap Manny]
Look, I pop a perc for dinner (Woo)
Sinner, winner
Pop Smoke drillin
Ill do a drill in the Wraith
Ill go jump you with the apes
He gon send shots where you lay
And Imma pull up with the K (Brrt)
HK, SK
Trap Manny let it spray
Im trying to put em in the grave (Sheesh)
Cant be workin no minimum wage (Nah)
Bitch, Trap Manny is my name
Its gon be a man down, and thats on the set
Glock 9, infrared
You better run when you see Dread
Cause boy aimin for your head
Know that we puttin in pain
Aimin for your (Baow)
Boy, aimin for your brain
Know we do it for the gang (Woo)
HB, Flossy (Woo)
Catch a opp, do him like Cain
And I still got the Perc for the yaks
Opps still runnin, like Ricky, aint catch em yet
From the BK, back to the BX
Disrespect my nigga Pop Smoke, get a hole in your chest (Yeah)
And Im opposition K (Sheesh)
EBK, EBK
Fry that nigga, fish fillet
Im known for puttin in pain
And spinnin in the Wraith(Uh)
While Im chillin with your bae
You wifin a thot, and Im ****in her face
Member when and I was upstate
I was spinnin the yard, always kept a blade
Nigga try me, he goin end up running from pain
Yeah, I scammed you for nothing, still play in them banks (Ha-ha)
Trappin, scammin
Bitch, its Pop Smoke , Trap Manny
That big .38 on me aint jammin
If you aint jacking Woo, then get out the way
If you aint jacking HB, get out the way
If you aint jacking Pop, then get out the way
If you aint jacking Trap, then get out the way
Hit that boy up, then fly to LA
Woo, ayy, ayy
Know that we duckin the jakes
And if you try to hide, we find where you stay (Woo)
Waitin for you (Sheesh)
Pop out and get popped in the face
Pop will pull up .22, I tote big . 38s (Yeah)
Aimin, blowin (Yeah)
Six shots, it disfigured his face (Sheesh)
We goin have his homies put his face on a chain (Yeah)
Bullets rainin, its stormin (Woo)
Trying to sound like thunder when it sprays
Lot of niggas tellin, gotta watch what I say
Huh, Raf Simmons, transformin, yeah
Ima hit em up and then gon fly to LA (Baow)