[Yo Gotti:]Pull up to the trapPeekin' out the peepholeGive you two shotsLike I'm shootin' free throwsCubans on my neckThat's a lot of kilosPack touch downSo now I'm on reloadPull up to the trap, (Pull up)Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?)Give you two shots, (Bow bow)Like I'm shootin' free, throws (Ha)Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos)Pack touch down, (It's here)So now I'm on reload, (Reload)[MoneyBagg Yo:](Federal, federal, fed, uh, uh, uh, 2 fedFederal, federal, federal)Pull up in my trap carHit the trap house dishin' that dope outHop out with that stick outPlease don't trip out I might flip outI know a Cuban he don't speak englishI need a translator(I need some better talk!)Give me whatever I need on consignmentTold me to pay him later(Throw that shine yeah nigga)I heard the car pull up outsideI look at the blindfold(Who that? Who that?)Yeah my stupid ass baby mamaThink I'm in here with side hoes(Stupid bitch!)Bitch I'm in here with nine bows, (Right now!)[?], (Right now!)You make a scene causing commotionTrying to give me some time hoe?(What you twelve or something?)Walk in your trap and take over your trap feel like Bankroll(Fresh!)Come and take your shit repo, (Give me that!)Make you take a shit [?]Hey, hey!I'm so ahead of them check out my scheduleGotti and MoneyBagg oh that's 2FederalFuck what they talking 'boutI'm running up revenueGo do the same, that's what you better do[Yo Gotti:]Pull up to the trapPeekin' out the peepholeGive you two shotsLike I'm shootin' free throwsCubans on my neckThat's a lot of kilosPack touch downSo now I'm on reloadPullin' out the trap, (Pull up)Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?)Give you two shots, (Bow bow)Like I'm shootin' free throws, (Ha)Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos)Pack touch down, (It's here)So now I'm on reloadMoneyBagg and Gotti, (2Federal)I'ts like we got the cheat codes, (Yup)We talk no more gangster shit and get money with chicos, (Chicos)CMG the labelAnd we distribute kilos, (Kilos)And we'll spend your money, (On what?)On foreign cars with two doors, (Ugh)I'm 2Federal a nigga talkin' shit [?]You a little hater fit your carriage carriageI'll fuck around and embarrass youHold up listenTell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me?Young nigga told me made 100, 000 [?], (I believe him)I was trap or dieGet rich or die trapping, (What else?)Before I made cocaine music fire, (What else?)Ran off on the plug with seventy five, (What else?)I was robbing niggas runnin' with the gas(Young nigga grindin' trying to get a nap)Where the pints at?Everybody telling me to drop this shit nowThe streets dryPull up to the trap, (Pull up)Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?)Give you two shots, (Bow bow)Like I'm shootin' free, throws (Ha)Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos)Pack touch down, (It's here)So now I'm on reload, (Reload)Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?)Give you two shots, (Bow bow)Like I'm shootin' free throws, (Ha)Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos)Pack touch down, (It's here)So now I'm on reload