"Trap" lyrics
Lil Maru, Peysoh & Jace! Lyrics
Diamonds blend in all these hoes I know I'm rich as fuck
Just left the club, that shit was weak, that shit was whack as fuck
A hundred thousand on my bro, you know we lit as fuck
Just poured a three inside my soda, bitch I'm stuck as fuck
I wanted a Benz but I keep talkin' bout that Range Rover
They ain't believe me when I said I was a 40 holder
I came from shit, I don't drive, I got myself a chauffeur
Don't get me wrong, I like to drive if it's a V12 motor
I get to speedin' on the highway, my bitch drunk as fuck
I know you strugglin', need some money, runnin' out of luck
I heard he dissin' on them lives and he better duck
My lil youngins in the streets, they tryna run it up
I told my mama I was gone do it ma don't worry about it
Even you love me mama I don't want you worry about it
And here ma dawg he is a Crip you know that we gon blow about it
Two two threes and then finesse that's how we go about it
Deep in the streets I can't get out I'm stuffing like I beat trap
All my homies ride ride with them sticks you know we be strapped
Switches all that shit you know we got it don't get your wig snapped
Remember I ain't had shit and I was broke I had to gig fast
Well stuck at the bottom it felt like a trap
They told me stay home I don't know how to act
I'm hitting the block I ain't chasing no pussy
I'm back for a body and still got a hat
Girl that's how I'm stepping I don't got a cap
She thinking she pretty and purse got a strap
I'm telling them spin they asking me where
I'm sending your loan they push where you at
Smack shit by the pair I'm fuckin them both
They askin me how I told them I'm here
Fuck havin a whore you gotta go kill if you want it
Sacrifice come with a win
I'm banging the 6, my bro from the 1, we both CLS, you see me in twin
Handling business for sure, I'ma step, I ain't feel how you get at me, I'ma go spin
Bitch, I'm a top hat, knocking ball caps, I don't care who you claiming you under
Boy better fall back, you'll be all cap, I ain't playing, I'm snuck in with thunder
Look, I ain't call her back, now she mad at me
All on Instagram leaking my number, bitch, I'm a plumber
I'm giving you pipe and texting your man like you better dump her
Slide through bump, Draco sound like thunder
Drake get to singin', it sounded like Usher
Ten milli' hit'em, it's puttin'em under
Scrape me a scat, we rip it like Hummer
Glock 45 and that bitch got a button on it
I be shootin' that bitch to the summer
My old bitch max, my new bitch pressure
My old bitch max, my new bitch right
Niggas be bitches, they ain't even spinnin
I steady be spinnin, I'm trying to scrape
Ten milli Glock with a switch on the back of that bitch
And that bitch only come out at night
You know when that Carti come out, then it's right
I want the track, I used to want the vibe
I want the cap, I used to want the scat
I out the strap, I used to wanna fight
I out the strap, I used to wanna rumble
Like Chuckie, the Hellcat came like a bumblebee
I can't eat beef with my opps til they gettin a bail
And them niggas always been under me
Drake and a 720S, I go to the front cuz the block with a trunk beat
I'm out in Texas, it's R .I .P. Mo3
Don't wanna die if you think about fuckin me
She don't wanna stop, this bitch keep suckin me
Draco's a switch, shit'll get ugly
Needed some money, started rappin' like Bun B
Bullets to jump'em, ain't talkin bout bungee
I actin' ass, the white folks can't shush me
Pop money on deck, you nigga can't judge me
I up the switch, nigga start runnin
The bitch too annoyin, but sweet like honey
Just left the club, that shit was weak, that shit was whack as fuck
A hundred thousand on my bro, you know we lit as fuck
Just poured a three inside my soda, bitch I'm stuck as fuck
I wanted a Benz but I keep talkin' bout that Range Rover
They ain't believe me when I said I was a 40 holder
I came from shit, I don't drive, I got myself a chauffeur
Don't get me wrong, I like to drive if it's a V12 motor
I get to speedin' on the highway, my bitch drunk as fuck
I know you strugglin', need some money, runnin' out of luck
I heard he dissin' on them lives and he better duck
My lil youngins in the streets, they tryna run it up
I told my mama I was gone do it ma don't worry about it
Even you love me mama I don't want you worry about it
And here ma dawg he is a Crip you know that we gon blow about it
Two two threes and then finesse that's how we go about it
Deep in the streets I can't get out I'm stuffing like I beat trap
All my homies ride ride with them sticks you know we be strapped
Switches all that shit you know we got it don't get your wig snapped
Remember I ain't had shit and I was broke I had to gig fast
Well stuck at the bottom it felt like a trap
They told me stay home I don't know how to act
I'm hitting the block I ain't chasing no pussy
I'm back for a body and still got a hat
Girl that's how I'm stepping I don't got a cap
She thinking she pretty and purse got a strap
I'm telling them spin they asking me where
I'm sending your loan they push where you at
Smack shit by the pair I'm fuckin them both
They askin me how I told them I'm here
Fuck havin a whore you gotta go kill if you want it
Sacrifice come with a win
I'm banging the 6, my bro from the 1, we both CLS, you see me in twin
Handling business for sure, I'ma step, I ain't feel how you get at me, I'ma go spin
Bitch, I'm a top hat, knocking ball caps, I don't care who you claiming you under
Boy better fall back, you'll be all cap, I ain't playing, I'm snuck in with thunder
Look, I ain't call her back, now she mad at me
All on Instagram leaking my number, bitch, I'm a plumber
I'm giving you pipe and texting your man like you better dump her
Slide through bump, Draco sound like thunder
Drake get to singin', it sounded like Usher
Ten milli' hit'em, it's puttin'em under
Scrape me a scat, we rip it like Hummer
Glock 45 and that bitch got a button on it
I be shootin' that bitch to the summer
My old bitch max, my new bitch pressure
My old bitch max, my new bitch right
Niggas be bitches, they ain't even spinnin
I steady be spinnin, I'm trying to scrape
Ten milli Glock with a switch on the back of that bitch
And that bitch only come out at night
You know when that Carti come out, then it's right
I want the track, I used to want the vibe
I want the cap, I used to want the scat
I out the strap, I used to wanna fight
I out the strap, I used to wanna rumble
Like Chuckie, the Hellcat came like a bumblebee
I can't eat beef with my opps til they gettin a bail
And them niggas always been under me
Drake and a 720S, I go to the front cuz the block with a trunk beat
I'm out in Texas, it's R .I .P. Mo3
Don't wanna die if you think about fuckin me
She don't wanna stop, this bitch keep suckin me
Draco's a switch, shit'll get ugly
Needed some money, started rappin' like Bun B
Bullets to jump'em, ain't talkin bout bungee
I actin' ass, the white folks can't shush me
Pop money on deck, you nigga can't judge me
I up the switch, nigga start runnin
The bitch too annoyin, but sweet like honey
