Trappin (feat. SteveMoneyy)

Trappin' in da booth Pushin' hella pack Clutching on the glizzys So we stay with hella ac APs on my wrist Stab wounds in my back There were some suckas that jacked me in the past Whippin' in the all black Rari (Aye) Stay on my grind Imma never finish last I'll be drinkin' till I'm dead I'm the life of the party When the whole squad show up You know we gettin' rowdy Run up on us and you know we gettin' violent One in your head and pass it to your shorty Wanna live my best life I'll make it till 40 I be ballin up Copped a deal and signed with Jordan I could never f*ck a bitch if she comin from the pack Loyalty, what I bleed and I ain't never gonna cap You lookin for my money Well you gonna need a map I'll be waitin for you there with my gun in my lap Dropped outta school to make my fucking dream Now we all ballin Got the best fucking team Come over here and pass me my lean Baby talk to me nice and don't be a fein Did this on my own Don't waste my fucking time Gimme my money boy This ain't no barter I'll shoot you in the neck This your final order, bitch Final order, bitch Started out broke now I'm cashing all these checks Just dropped 30 for the Cuban hanging on my neck I be drippin' so hard I be lookin' like gold Got bad ass bitches on me after every show 916 My ride or fuckin die Tell us what's the move and you know we gonna slide If shit pops off I will never ever hide Cause I'd rather go out fighting with a bullet in my side Ride out with the gang but we not affiliated I do this for my family so you know we really made it Had to do some things that I wasn't very proud of Feds never catching me I'm never getting locked up Dick in your bitch's mouth I know she really like it Flipped her over Fucked and I can know she never fake it Never love a bitch That's way to much to ask I be sellin to much pack You forgot about the tax bitch Just sparked a wood Now I'm ready for the show Got me feelin hella good so I might hit the slopes I always believed you just gotta have hope Now we really popping off Yeah we goin' round the world Everywhere I go I gotta leave my mark I remember chillin' up in Feickert Park People getting locked up left and right You can never get caught up You gotta be smart Steppin' in my red bottoms You know I keep it right Keep a hunnid bands in my pocket So you know I keep it slight Born broke, dyin' rich Born broke, dyin' rich Finne be burried with Gucci to the face, bitch