"Trapping Ain't Dead" lyrics
(feat. Crazy Bill)
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared of money
By time I had my first son, was already up a hundred
Real project nigga, yeah, I won't never change
I'm in Atlanta, I stop that Linux, I got on all my chains
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared of money
By time I had my first son, was already up a hundred
Real project nigga, yeah, I won't never change
I'm in Atlanta, I stopped at Lenox, I got on all my chains
And I'm so turnt up, yeah, I could sign myself
He was lacking without his pole, his dumbass got the belt
I showed my mom 200 thou, she said “No fuckin' way”
The way I shoot this bitch coulda went to the NCAA
Talk about whatever and Dior 'cause I got paper, nigga
Labels keep callin' my phone sayin' I'm only [?]
Bitches came to fuck and we leavin', we ain't layin' down
I don't need no bitch to waste my time, ain't got no time to waste
The way this Glock put you to bed, this bitch J Holiday
Nigga try to run from the switch, I bet he feel the switch
Nigga ry to run from the switch, I bet he still get hit
All this guap I'm gettin' now, shit I could build a switch
She keep starin' at my wrist, I'm about to steal his bitch
Niggas try to keep up with us, you go double or nothing
I'm the youngest in the city, yeah, you know how I'm coming
Bitch she not single, she can't fuck but she still let me
I like how that pussy feel but chasin' money feel better
I went outta town to change my name, we got that smack round
Shit, I had to hustle, now I got some rapper money
Waitin' on a nigga, what you on? Go get a bag or somethin'
Flexin' with that BOA, think you the man or somethin'
Get too close 'cause they gon' shoot, I'm like the president
You know who run the city, you know I'm heavy in it
I'm on South Street with all my chains on
Reach for this bitch, you gon' get rained on
Yeah, I got all my chains on
Reach for this bitch, you gon' get rained on
By time I had my first son, was already up a hundred
Real project nigga, yeah, I won't never change
I'm in Atlanta, I stop that Linux, I got on all my chains
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared of money
By time I had my first son, was already up a hundred
Real project nigga, yeah, I won't never change
I'm in Atlanta, I stopped at Lenox, I got on all my chains
And I'm so turnt up, yeah, I could sign myself
He was lacking without his pole, his dumbass got the belt
I showed my mom 200 thou, she said “No fuckin' way”
The way I shoot this bitch coulda went to the NCAA
Talk about whatever and Dior 'cause I got paper, nigga
Labels keep callin' my phone sayin' I'm only [?]
Bitches came to fuck and we leavin', we ain't layin' down
I don't need no bitch to waste my time, ain't got no time to waste
The way this Glock put you to bed, this bitch J Holiday
Nigga try to run from the switch, I bet he feel the switch
Nigga ry to run from the switch, I bet he still get hit
All this guap I'm gettin' now, shit I could build a switch
She keep starin' at my wrist, I'm about to steal his bitch
Niggas try to keep up with us, you go double or nothing
I'm the youngest in the city, yeah, you know how I'm coming
Bitch she not single, she can't fuck but she still let me
I like how that pussy feel but chasin' money feel better
I went outta town to change my name, we got that smack round
Shit, I had to hustle, now I got some rapper money
Waitin' on a nigga, what you on? Go get a bag or somethin'
Flexin' with that BOA, think you the man or somethin'
Get too close 'cause they gon' shoot, I'm like the president
You know who run the city, you know I'm heavy in it
I'm on South Street with all my chains on
Reach for this bitch, you gon' get rained on
Yeah, I got all my chains on
Reach for this bitch, you gon' get rained on
