"Trappa Rappa" lyrics

She ate up the drip, then she started to film, now it's all on her chin and her lip (Aight)
Walk in this bitch with a ten piece, nigga, would've thought I was a muhfuckin' pimp (Pimp)
Elliot, I went the craziest, I lost some pieces, I can't even remember (Crazy)
McLaren, the Spider, the craziest, I drop the top in the middle of December (Crazy)
No, the engine is not in the front, in the back, I just carbon the fender (Ooh)
Balenciaga, Bottega, and Prada, just took her virginity (Ah)
Pop out, I told to match my energy, gangsters in the vicinity (Gang)
Nigga, we been did the Cuban infinity, rappers, they turned into mini me's (Yeah)
Switch up the flow, I wasn't trippin', lil' trinity, niggas is gonna remember me (Migo)
Bitch, this stick got a hunnit round drum, lil' nigga, we call it cinnamon (Grrah)
Answer the door, get whatever you want, 'cause this shit gon' be gone in 10 minutes (Yeah, oh)
Woo, young niggas, gremlins (Woo)
I got some racks in my VETEMENTS (Ratchet)
She ate a K-Pop, that's some ketamine (Pop)
Then gave me some top like a veteran (Sloppy)
On block with amphetamine
BP the trucks like the president (BP)
Free my dogs off the felonies (Free Coby)
Fuck them niggas who tellin' it (Fuck 'em)

Don't give no fucks, I'm out the struggle, get off my dick and let me hustle (Yeah)
Applyin' pressure with the muscle, you would've thought I was wrestler (Aight)
Crossed up like a pastor, geeked out, I'm goin' to NASA (Aight)
Talk about it, I'ma trapper, sensei, I'm the master (Go)

Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)
Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)
Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)
Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)

I'm in da hood stuffin' racks in my cargo pants, I look like a camper (No cap)
Young nigga drinkin' on wock, but It taste like act' when you pour it in a Snapple (Activis)
We the first did the honey cone set with baguettis and mixed with enamel (For real)
Who brought you the dab? And who introduced you to Hanna Montana? (On God)
Who brought back Atlanta, went global and all on yo' channels?
On tape, the biggest
First young nigga with the Challenger, with the demon and stars in the panel
Yeah, skrrt
Two-fifty, make sure it's a animal
So fast, shit'll blow out a candle
Nawfside, Boggs road, not Candler (Nawf)
This water on me might drown 'em (Splash)
Brand new blue cheese, let's count 'em (Cash)
Big bag in the winter, goin' Santa (The biggest)
New school, old school, let's mount 'em (Ooh)
Free the guys out the feds and the county (On gang)

Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)
Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)
Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)
Rappa, trappa (Aight)
Rappa, trappa (Woo)