"Quit Trappin" lyrics
Helluva made this beat, baby
True story
Based on true events
I was like thirteen (Young), saw my uncle trappin' (Unc’)
Pulled him to the side, told him, "Show me how to bag it" (How you do that?)
He like, "When you get that money, nigga, stack it" (For lawyers and shit)
He gave me that bag, I jumped in traffic
And my grandma like, "Quit runnin' out my house, lil' boy, you in or out?" (Close the door)
I pulled out them racks, give her a stack, after that I ain’t hear her mouth (Here, granny)
Granddad wasn't fuckin' with it, I'm like, "Granddad, hear me out (Man)
Ain't nobody gon' give us shit (They ain't)
Go on 'head, let me get this shit" (Let me get it)
He like, "Fuckin’ with your uncle gon’ get you in trouble" (No)
I'm like, "Fuckin’ with my uncle gon' make this shit double" (Get money)
I got clientele that stretch from Southfield down to Hudson (I'm on)
I'm young, but ain’t nobody gon' take nothin', I got muscle (They gon' die)
Come in short or tryna cop on credit, that shit dead (That's over)
You can't show no weakness in these streets, go bust his head (Go kill 'em)
Way before they came out with the kush I had the regs (The corns)
Come and get a pound off the bale, bring a band, ayy (Pull up, nigga)
Had to throw it runnin' from the cops, I need another Glock (Damn)
Answerin' my phone, not sayin', "Hello", I'm sayin', "How much you got?" (How much you got, bro?)
Callin' my lil' plug, goin' off, like, "Where the fuck you at? (Man)
That work that I just got ain't jumpin' back, I need my money back" (I'm 'bout to pull up)
I was on the block, bitch, trappin' with my pistol (Trappin')
Wasn't goin' to school, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, I'm trappin')
Wasn't fuckin' with hoes, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, I'm trappin')
The whole hood know that I was trappin' with my pistol (I'm out here)
Watchin' Fresh Prince, I need a crib like Uncle Phil (I need it)
Feds came and kicked my granny door, it's gettin' real (Buck)
My pops came and got me, he like, "Nigga, you a kid, be a kid"
And that's exactly what I did, I just quit trappin'
True story
Based on true events
I was like thirteen (Young), saw my uncle trappin' (Unc’)
Pulled him to the side, told him, "Show me how to bag it" (How you do that?)
He like, "When you get that money, nigga, stack it" (For lawyers and shit)
He gave me that bag, I jumped in traffic
And my grandma like, "Quit runnin' out my house, lil' boy, you in or out?" (Close the door)
I pulled out them racks, give her a stack, after that I ain’t hear her mouth (Here, granny)
Granddad wasn't fuckin' with it, I'm like, "Granddad, hear me out (Man)
Ain't nobody gon' give us shit (They ain't)
Go on 'head, let me get this shit" (Let me get it)
He like, "Fuckin’ with your uncle gon’ get you in trouble" (No)
I'm like, "Fuckin’ with my uncle gon' make this shit double" (Get money)
I got clientele that stretch from Southfield down to Hudson (I'm on)
I'm young, but ain’t nobody gon' take nothin', I got muscle (They gon' die)
Come in short or tryna cop on credit, that shit dead (That's over)
You can't show no weakness in these streets, go bust his head (Go kill 'em)
Way before they came out with the kush I had the regs (The corns)
Come and get a pound off the bale, bring a band, ayy (Pull up, nigga)
Had to throw it runnin' from the cops, I need another Glock (Damn)
Answerin' my phone, not sayin', "Hello", I'm sayin', "How much you got?" (How much you got, bro?)
Callin' my lil' plug, goin' off, like, "Where the fuck you at? (Man)
That work that I just got ain't jumpin' back, I need my money back" (I'm 'bout to pull up)
I was on the block, bitch, trappin' with my pistol (Trappin')
Wasn't goin' to school, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, I'm trappin')
Wasn't fuckin' with hoes, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, I'm trappin')
The whole hood know that I was trappin' with my pistol (I'm out here)
Watchin' Fresh Prince, I need a crib like Uncle Phil (I need it)
Feds came and kicked my granny door, it's gettin' real (Buck)
My pops came and got me, he like, "Nigga, you a kid, be a kid"
And that's exactly what I did, I just quit trappin'
Writer(s): Martin McCurtis, Terry Sanchez Wallace
