Realraww - Trap Life Lyrics

Ayy, Trax, turn me up Real raw on this bitch
Hop out the scat, I get to the racks Back in the trap, I used to sell packs
I got me a Glock and I got 30 mags I'm lettin' it blow, that's the flames, the heat Can't no nigga take control of me

I pray to the Lord, my soul to keep Now makin' heat, it's a whole new me You know that I'm bout to cook up on this beat Walk in the party, dripped out in designer Me and my bitch, we be dancin' bachata She want the Gucci, the Louies, the Prada if an opp wanna diss, he get hit in his mata

Snakes on her head like Medusa, Madonna
Pull up on me, all these diamonds be shinin' Who that lil girl, thought the f*ck she
Was linin' Me and the team, yeah, we really bout to blow up

Sippin' on lean, this shit got me throwin' up
And you know that I do not give a f*ck Tell that girl if she is not tryna f*ck Get out my face, cause I'm just tryna f*ck I'm like Giannis, I'm just tryna get to the bucks I get to the cash, I run up a bag
Your girl want me bad, cause I'm movin' too fast Damn, 300 miles on a dash I'm countin' this money so fast
My fingers, they cryin' they gettin' a rash I Keep me a choppa, you know I'm gon' blast
The bullets, they flyin', they fast They after ' your ass, they faster than flash

I went to school, but was never in class I Keep my finger on the trigger, yeah
Your girl said she want a real nigga, yeah That girl want her a real spinner, yeah
You got the cash, but can't afford it You got the bag, but can't afford it
I got the bag, so you know that I bought it You got the cash, but can't afford it

You got the bag, but can't afford it I got the bag, so you know that I bought it
Hop out the van, a hundred deep Me and my niggas, we too OP
You talkin' that shit, get punched in the teeth Now you knocked out, lil' nigga, you sleep
All of your loot, we split and we keep The hottest new song just dropped this week

Got all this money, brand new VVs Smoking his pack, this shit really weak
Countin' this money, this shit gettin' steep Got a track hawk and that shit is a jeep
And I'm on your ass, like Jeepers, I creep Can't no nigga take control of me
I pray to the Lord, my soul to keep Can't catch me lackin', they know this ain't

I'm here for the fame Niggas be talkin', this is not a game
And I'm a shooter, got accurate aim Pull up on me, the beam hittin' your brain
Now you splattered, just like a stain Lil' bro, you can't say a thang
Lil' bro, you can't say a thang

Lil' bro, you can't say a thang
Lil' bro, you can't say a thang
Lil' bro, you can't say a thang