"TRAPAHOLIC" lyrics
No bap, vroom (Mike Gotti, this shit stupid)
Let me work
Yeah (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah, uh), yeah (Uh)
Ayy, I'm a trapaholic (Okay), my bitch a shopaholic (Okay)
My wrist more than a forty (Uh-huh), I never went to college (On God)
And if you hatin' on a nigga, please don't tell me 'bout it (Please don't tell me)
Yeah, a bag filled with exotic (Exotic), my scale still in my pocket (My pocket)
Yeah, the bitch so fuckin' bad, I let the lil' bitch pop it (Pop it)
Yeah, and now I'm drinkin' Qua' (Qua'), it used to be the Quali (The Quali)
Yeah, the police get behind me (Uh-huh), I run I got narcotics (I skrrt)
Yeah, and soon as they opened up Follies (Up Follies), went in that bitch and popped it (I popped it)
Ayy, car need a chauffeur (Chauffeur), pistol in the sofa (Grraow)
Yeah, bitch geeked up off doja (Doja), a no-limit soldier (Solider)
It's Big Big Backdoor, yeah, lil' bitch, thought I told you (Shh)
Ayy, all this shit I showed you (Showed you), you lil' boys, I don't know you (Nuh-uh)
Ayy, grrah, baow, wake him up like coffee like Folgers (Like Folgers)
Ayy, it's cold keep the toaster (Toaster), I pose like a poster (A poster)
You fuck nigga, you poser, fuck the bitch, I don't need closure (Uh-uh)
Mike Gotti, this shit stupid (This stupid), I came in this bitch zooted (Zooted)
Ayy, he talk like he 'bout that shit ('Bout it), well fuck nigga, let's do it (Do it)
Got a Rollie on his head (Head), bet my young nigga do it (Let's do it)
And a chain on his top (His top), he rat, he a cop (A cop)
Ayy, ain't you the same nigga that got kicked up out the spot? (For sure)
I told her we can fuck, but baby, can't stay at the spot (For sure)
Ayy, ayy, they ran in this bitch and they died, that's what made it hot (On God)
I ain't sayin' that I can't be robbed, nigga, you can try (Try)
These niggas talkin' on the sly (Sly), me and Rick slice down the pie (Pie)
I could tell you that I love you, but that would be a lie (A lie)
I want money, need it now (It now), wastin' time 'cause he didn't buy (Didn't buy)
And you get clapped for no reason (No), Big Back, it's his season (Uh)
A hundred at the Westin (Westin), told mama let my guest in (Uh-huh)
Ayy, mm, you ain't know that that 40 cave a chest in (40 cave a chest in)
Ayy, uh, you ain't know I fucked her and fucked her best friend (Her and fucked her best friend)
Yeah, you don't like Backdoor, say it with your chest then (Say it with your chest then)
Ayy, yeah, and it's PackWorld, the Z'll get you stamped in (Z'll get you stamped in)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, get you stamped in (Get you stamped)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), the Z and get you stamped in (They come and get you stamped)
Yeah, yeah, get the Z and get you stamped in (Niggas come and get you stamped)
Yeah, get you stamped in
Let me work
Yeah (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah, uh), yeah (Uh)
Ayy, I'm a trapaholic (Okay), my bitch a shopaholic (Okay)
My wrist more than a forty (Uh-huh), I never went to college (On God)
And if you hatin' on a nigga, please don't tell me 'bout it (Please don't tell me)
Yeah, a bag filled with exotic (Exotic), my scale still in my pocket (My pocket)
Yeah, the bitch so fuckin' bad, I let the lil' bitch pop it (Pop it)
Yeah, and now I'm drinkin' Qua' (Qua'), it used to be the Quali (The Quali)
Yeah, the police get behind me (Uh-huh), I run I got narcotics (I skrrt)
Yeah, and soon as they opened up Follies (Up Follies), went in that bitch and popped it (I popped it)
Ayy, car need a chauffeur (Chauffeur), pistol in the sofa (Grraow)
Yeah, bitch geeked up off doja (Doja), a no-limit soldier (Solider)
It's Big Big Backdoor, yeah, lil' bitch, thought I told you (Shh)
Ayy, all this shit I showed you (Showed you), you lil' boys, I don't know you (Nuh-uh)
Ayy, grrah, baow, wake him up like coffee like Folgers (Like Folgers)
Ayy, it's cold keep the toaster (Toaster), I pose like a poster (A poster)
You fuck nigga, you poser, fuck the bitch, I don't need closure (Uh-uh)
Mike Gotti, this shit stupid (This stupid), I came in this bitch zooted (Zooted)
Ayy, he talk like he 'bout that shit ('Bout it), well fuck nigga, let's do it (Do it)
Got a Rollie on his head (Head), bet my young nigga do it (Let's do it)
And a chain on his top (His top), he rat, he a cop (A cop)
Ayy, ain't you the same nigga that got kicked up out the spot? (For sure)
I told her we can fuck, but baby, can't stay at the spot (For sure)
Ayy, ayy, they ran in this bitch and they died, that's what made it hot (On God)
I ain't sayin' that I can't be robbed, nigga, you can try (Try)
These niggas talkin' on the sly (Sly), me and Rick slice down the pie (Pie)
I could tell you that I love you, but that would be a lie (A lie)
I want money, need it now (It now), wastin' time 'cause he didn't buy (Didn't buy)
And you get clapped for no reason (No), Big Back, it's his season (Uh)
A hundred at the Westin (Westin), told mama let my guest in (Uh-huh)
Ayy, mm, you ain't know that that 40 cave a chest in (40 cave a chest in)
Ayy, uh, you ain't know I fucked her and fucked her best friend (Her and fucked her best friend)
Yeah, you don't like Backdoor, say it with your chest then (Say it with your chest then)
Ayy, yeah, and it's PackWorld, the Z'll get you stamped in (Z'll get you stamped in)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, get you stamped in (Get you stamped)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), the Z and get you stamped in (They come and get you stamped)
Yeah, yeah, get the Z and get you stamped in (Niggas come and get you stamped)
Yeah, get you stamped in
