Doobie Slim - Trap Line Lyrics

This my trap line
Stay up through the night like a vampire
I don't sell lean but if I did it'd be thirty a line
How ya shit so low, who you get it from
It's classified
Asking all them questions, what you think you trying to cut me out

But with the weed, when it hit twelve fifteen, we shut the shop down
But if you want some Millie's, get up with me cuz the always round
Green fifteens, blue thirty boppas or some pink tens
Grey twenty's come once in a blue moon, you better tap in
Yellow fifteens but them rp fifteen bitches, bite a beast
Might not want the OP thirty cuz they gotta time release
Nigga asked me
What you mean them bitches gotta time release
I mean if you don't pop it right it might not kick 'till next week
But with the trees, we got everything, that you might need
High's, lows, baby's, bows, zaza straight from LB
Bows ranging anywhere from four fifty to twenty three
And I can find you za for twenty five, just gotta check and see
But we got highs too that look like za, for only fifteen
Real exotic, runts or sherblotty to the PBB's
So much fetty coming from them lows, feel like a PPP
My nigga f*ck with banks so we need SS's n CVVs
I remember standing on the side with like an ounce
I get there at nine, when it hit twelve o clock, I'm running out
Now we bip the plays, I sell a pound before the sun come out
He gone hit me later, I just give 'em what he want for now
Middle-manning work, don't feel a way because I did it
Find the lowest number, then I add a couple hundred with it
We gone run this shit through and we ain't stopping till it finish
You ain't gotta buy it, bro don't got a problem with the ticket
If I front you work and you take too long, you f*cked it up
If I front you work n you don't answer calls, you f*cked it up
Even if you bring that money back, just know the price went up
And if you think you running off with that, just know you out of luck
Every nigga, that owe me money, niggas know wassup
My plug said, I'm gone front some extra pounds, so you can run it up
This shit be going fast, you wait too long, you ain't gone get enough
Nigga told me, hold it for hour
Told him that he gone be sour
Once that hour up, he call me my phone, that shit be gone like powder
And we swap the plays if I ain't good my bro gone hit the sale
We got power
We got motion
City ours
Everybody right here play they roll, we eating steak in towers
Ain't no cowards in my circle, bitch niggas get devoured
And I got my mojo with this shit I feel like Austin powers
I ain't selling ready, f*cking with these ps, ran up thousands