"Back To That Trappin" lyrics
It's time to get back to the trappin'
It's time to get back to the trappin'
It's time to get back to the trappin'
It's time to get back to that trappin'
Go to the West Coast, get the box, fill it with bud, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Clear out the trap house, niggas ain't fuckin' with the duds, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Bitch got a body, go put that lil' shit in the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Thousand eight grams, got the bricks from the 'migo plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
He say he got assets, nigga, let me fuck with your plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Finesse my jugg, left him sittin' right in front of the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Serve a nigga ten pack, buckshots, clutchin' the Judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Tell a nigga, "Fuck 12," I don't even fuck with the judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Smokin' on Sprinklez, white ashes, the rich nigga bud
Ten for the bag and I don't even budge
Back in the trap, gold mouth with the slug
Three cellphones with the Nokia plug
Double-R truck, got the Bottega rug
Loc got the recipe, cookin' the mud
Green, the purple, the red, the yellow
Sack up the bud, all the shake, make it edible
Back on that trap shit, all the tens, twenties, fives, I put 'em together
Hunchos, I like 'em stickin' together
I take an L, get it back even better
Go ask your girl, my genetics better
Go ask your bitch, she say Longway do better
Martin Luther King when we step with Berettas
Back on that trap shit, servin' whoever
Narcs in the trap like the alphabet letter
Addies and Xannies, my trap house be slammin'
I might hit Baby, say, "Send me some Wham"
Trap house Houdini, I make it shazam
Boxes on boxes, I unload the Ram
Longway Big Meech, I can flood the whole town
We got the fetty, Whitney, Bobby Brown
So many bales, I need the dolly now
Go to the West Coast, get the box, fill it with bud, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Clear out the trap house, niggas ain't fuckin' with the duds, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Bitch got a body, go put that lil' shit in the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Thousand eight grams, got the bricks from the 'migo plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
He say he got assets, nigga, let me fuck with your plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Finesse my jugg, left him sittin' right in front of the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Serve a nigga ten pack, buckshots, clutchin' the Judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Tell a nigga, "Fuck 12," I don't even fuck with the judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
It's time to get back to the trappin'
It's time to get back to the trappin'
It's time to get back to that trappin'
Go to the West Coast, get the box, fill it with bud, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Clear out the trap house, niggas ain't fuckin' with the duds, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Bitch got a body, go put that lil' shit in the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Thousand eight grams, got the bricks from the 'migo plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
He say he got assets, nigga, let me fuck with your plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Finesse my jugg, left him sittin' right in front of the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Serve a nigga ten pack, buckshots, clutchin' the Judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Tell a nigga, "Fuck 12," I don't even fuck with the judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Smokin' on Sprinklez, white ashes, the rich nigga bud
Ten for the bag and I don't even budge
Back in the trap, gold mouth with the slug
Three cellphones with the Nokia plug
Double-R truck, got the Bottega rug
Loc got the recipe, cookin' the mud
Green, the purple, the red, the yellow
Sack up the bud, all the shake, make it edible
Back on that trap shit, all the tens, twenties, fives, I put 'em together
Hunchos, I like 'em stickin' together
I take an L, get it back even better
Go ask your girl, my genetics better
Go ask your bitch, she say Longway do better
Martin Luther King when we step with Berettas
Back on that trap shit, servin' whoever
Narcs in the trap like the alphabet letter
Addies and Xannies, my trap house be slammin'
I might hit Baby, say, "Send me some Wham"
Trap house Houdini, I make it shazam
Boxes on boxes, I unload the Ram
Longway Big Meech, I can flood the whole town
We got the fetty, Whitney, Bobby Brown
So many bales, I need the dolly now
Go to the West Coast, get the box, fill it with bud, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Clear out the trap house, niggas ain't fuckin' with the duds, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Bitch got a body, go put that lil' shit in the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Thousand eight grams, got the bricks from the 'migo plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
He say he got assets, nigga, let me fuck with your plug, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Finesse my jugg, left him sittin' right in front of the club, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Serve a nigga ten pack, buckshots, clutchin' the Judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
Tell a nigga, "Fuck 12," I don't even fuck with the judge, it's time to get back to that trappin'
