"For Trappers Only" lyrics
"For Trappers Only"
(feat. RX HECTOR)
(Cicero on the—)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Plug talkin', this for trappers only (This for plugs)
Nothin' but dollar signs, all I see is the money (See the money)
How the fuck you the plug and you still gettin' fronted? (You the plug)
Jumped out the bed, went straight to the money (Jumped out the bed)
Got out of jail, hit the ground runnin' (Ground)
Burnt up the 'Cat, switch the tires on it (I burnt up the 'Cat)
Throw that shit back, make it clap for me (Throw that shit back)
Hit the booty club and throw the trap money (Pablo Juan)
Rich nigga, I got mine out the trap (Rich nigga), I ain't waitin' on no motherfuckin' tax money (I ain't waitin' on it)
Fine bitch with a fat ass (Fine bitch, fat ass), the way that she lookin', I know she wanna fuck somethin' (I know she wan' fuck somethin')
Hate niggas go to sendin' a threat (Hatin'-ass niggas), we ain't worried about you, know you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (You ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
Four down, I'ma drop my nuts on 'em (Four down), we goin' for it, we ain't doin' no puntin' (We goin' for it)
I'm COD, I ain't doin' no frontin' (COD), dressin' like fashion week out in London (Dress)
Eat it up, they lookin' real hungry (They lookin' hungry), beat up the pussy, I'm still goin' (Beat it up)
G6 flight, this ain't no Boeing (G6), reing-up, baby, I'm flippin' my coins (I'm reing-up)
Knew I was him since the day I was born (I knew I was him), fuck on that ho like I'm makin' a porn (Makin' a porn)
Yeah, this shit for trappers only (Yeah), packin' the L with the tracker on it (Packin' the L)
If she got a fat ass, then I'm smackin' on it (Smackin' shit), she ain't suckin' no dick, she ain't gettin' on it (What?)
Make the money chillin', I'm sittin' on it (Yeah), real nigga last forever, not a moment
All of 'em dead, I ain't got no opponent, fuck niggas, cap niggas, I don't even condone it
Plug talkin', this for trappers only (This for plugs)
Nothin' but dollar signs, all I see is the money (See the money)
How the fuck you the plug and you still gettin' fronted? (You the plug)
Jumped out the bed, went straight to the money (Jumped out the bed)
Got out of jail, hit the ground runnin' (Ground)
Burnt up the 'Cat, switch the tires on it (I burnt up the 'Cat)
Throw that shit back, make it clap for me (Throw that shit back)
Hit the booty club and throw the trap money
One eyed man, this that fetty money (Servin' that woah)
Got a plug in Arizona, drop 'em on me (Plug in AZ)
When the TP land, I take the boxes off it (TP)
Told her to give me that head, make it sloppy for me (Make it sloppy)
This shit on my neck cost a couple hundred (This shit on my neck)
All praise to Allah, that's the big homie (All praise to Allah)
She a dick-eatin' dog, this bitch got the munchies (Ugh, ugh)
Had to rock to my dog, drop a sixth on him (Drop a rock)
Dirty birds, I make 'em fly to the country (Brrt)
Big boot Dolce Gabbana, my T-shirt Givenchy (Big boot)
'Member in '10, sellin' zips for a hundred (Ugh)
Big dog spot every two days, I get off on hundred (I get off a hundred)
I took off my Cartier, put on some Chrome (Took off my Cartier)
Make it touch down like Patrick Mahomes (Make it touch down)
Still get excited when plays call (Look at it)
Mix up the medicine, get in my zone, I'm gone (Mixin' up the medicine)
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