"Trappa" lyrics

One time fo the bitches
One time for the soul
Two time fo the fake ass nigga
Young G they callin my phone
No lie I dont like them nigga
I dont really wanna act nomore
Fake love wont kill me nigga
I just sold a million moreeee
Yung item naka pack
Pera nasa bag
Ulo gang' paa matic naka black
Balik gawa sa track
Pussy, money, rap
Doobie nasa trap
Yung Blicky nasa bag
Sarap mag rap at mag layag
Kasama ko ang amat
Kaya babala
At baka lang abutin
Wag kang tulala
Unahan ng putok
Bago pa dumapa
Pow!
Yung dating zero pumepera na sa ounce
Low key playa pag sa doja benta bounce
Slick at easy kahit di mo I announce (pow pow)
Malinis mag trabaho milli akong goal
Maraming salamat kay most high
Inalis nya ko sa trap
Money at rap
Balanse lang dapat sa buhay
Yung paa dapat sa lapag
Salat man sa una Di man namunga
Kinailangan pa rin mag tanim
Hinabol ng puso yung aking pangarap
Madaming nagalit nung nakarating
Hey!

Boi y'all pino
On course
Of course
Rolling the dies
Or toss it
If you no want loose
Then pause it
The cash is
In the deposit
No one does better than
We do it
Our cars are fast on sky way
Younger stunner
VL we are de gunners
Feeling like Tony Montana
With the goons
It sounds like the thunder
Who jah bless
No put assender
Low or high
I always chose bomba
Hmm
I will eat you like sushi Oh
Don't be confused
With the illusions
Tired of your nonsense
Seeking for attention
Amo have to see some affection
We are the drillers
Don't be confuse
Put you money
Where your mouth is
All of the season
Bitch
We rolling and winning
Wagwan broski
All of my nigga are
Willing to making the dough
Ebi so
We never dey
Pause
Of course
We dey puff
We never dey stop
Spitting the lyrics and rhyme
And taken every dim
On time
Mr lyrical lover
You know what we do for living right