Lyrics for David Blaine by K Trap :
[Chorus]
2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl (whip it, whip it)
Slow cook with the fire on low (cook that up)
I’m feeling like Tony flying this snow (ay, ay)
Trapping ain’t dead, young boys still flying up O (O, O)
Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl (Whip it, whip)
I’m David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O (magic)
No face no case when I’m banging
Get it done like “who’s gonna know?” (no face, no case)
I play Ace when I’m trapping
Hit the strip that food’s gotta go (it’s going)

[Verse 1]
Kitchen flaming hot when the yola’s cooking (hot as hell)
Did a bowl and fork, we ain’t making pudding (no we ain’t)
I don’t know about breaks, all year I’m jugging (all year I’m trapping)
And don’t rap like you take them risks, when you know you wouldn’t (no you won’t)
Cats dem phone, that work still goes, no credit (going)
All a n*gga knows is buy and sell it (buy and sell)
All year I just bruck down Bobby, now I’m Valentino stepping (sauce)
K splash if a 12 rips, that ain’t no usual denim (DSQ)
Even though I just get this bread, a machine I’ll press it (BOW, BOW)
Mash on the pitch from long time, grip my machine with tekkers (grip it)
Slap that suttin off one time (slap it), and have some idiots jetting
Since then everyone calls me to shoot now
I’m feeling like Kaylum Dennis (or Ellis)
All day I’ve been serving shots, I ain’t played no tennis (no)
Got my young boys doing that corner
Come like your local chemist (get that gone)
It’s far from a bag of weed when it’s smoky settings (no it ain’t)
12-gauge looking all legless, tap that twice and kweff it (BOW)

[Chorus]
2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl (whip it, whip it)
Slow cook with the fire on low (cook that up)
I’m feeling like Tony flying this snow (ay, ay)
Trapping ain’t dead, young boys still flying up O (O, O)
Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl (whip it, whip)
I’m David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O (magic)
No face no case when I’m banging
Get it done like “who’s gonna know?” (no face, no case)
I play Ace when I’m trapping
Hit the strip that food’s gotta go (it’s going)

[Verse 2]
They ask why I don’t rap, man I’m tryna maintain this dough (damn right)
And that’s never enough if that paper folds (no it ain’t)
Since last year I’ve been scraping bowls (getting it back)
How you think I got a gold chain with a K on froze? (b*tch)
Remember days I could only buy one 2’s (2 and a Q)
Now man try offer me an Oz, I find that rude
Tracksuit when I’m in traffic, besides that I’m a stylish yute (sauce)
Bro I bought smoke before trying on Loubs (yes I did)
I’ll lock off the party next door, I’m not nice, I’m rude (I’m rude)
Bro told me it only slaps once (one time), but I still try and do 2 (but I still try, BOW)
Put a shoosh on the whoosh, silent broom (library)
No noise when the guysdem slide back through (gang, gang)

[Chorus]
2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl (whip it, whip it)
Slow cook with the fire on low (cook that up)
I’m feeling like Tony flying this snow (ay, ay)
Trapping ain’t dead, young boys still flying up O (O, O)
Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl (whip it, whip)
I’m David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O (magic)
No face no case when I’m banging
Get it done like “who’s gonna know?” (no face, no case)
I play Ace when I’m trapping
Hit the strip that food’s gotta go (it’s going)