Trap Phone

They don't understand what a nigga got to go through to get this paper It is what it is tho Ayy Trap phone going off yea the money don't stop Bitch we ride with sticks no need to hide from the opps Feel like curry when I shoot the glock I feel like curry when I shoot the glock Bitch we tote guns like the military Nah he ain't go shoot cause that nigga scary His bitch show love like it's February So I always hit her missionary Had to roll up me some zaza Cause my vision getting blurry I can't let ah nigga come to near me Put that nigga in ah cemetery Abusing drugs Hope it don't take my soul I need money Told bro go get the load Everywhere I go you know my pockets be swole Yea she would want to f*ck me She on ready She on go She want drive my coupe No way I keep stacking money Four ways After I f*ck I'm out the doorway She say I'm lame But that's what hoes say She want drive my coupe No way I keep stacking money Four ways After I f*ck I'm out the doorway She say I'm lame But that's what hoes say I can't take my mind off these drugs Every time I leave she want love She dance for money like she working at ah club Ima real nigga baby I don't give a f*ck Trap phone going off yea the money don't stop Bitch we ride with sticks no need to hide from the opps Feel like curry when I shoot the glock I feel like curry when I shoot the glock Bitch we tote guns like the military Nah he ain't go shoot cause that nigga scary His bitch keep showing love like February So I always hit her missionary Had to roll up me some zaza Cause my vision getting blurry I can't let ah nigga come to near me Put that nigga in ah cemetery Put that nigga in ah cemetery