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Whatchu Trap Fo? Video (MV)




Performed By: Sage Young
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Gavin Austin




Sage Young - Whatchu Trap Fo? Lyrics




Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
I know you got my back bro
I know you got my back bro
I know you got my back bro
(Yuh)

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

I know you got my back bro, move tactical like Aggro
We blowing up like Castro, she told me I'm a natural
I f*ck and keep it casual, these bitches, they be bashful
Focused on my bag, f*ck out my face with that fiasco
Say I'm playing games, shorty I don't see no Hasbro
We ain't even that close, so really what you mad fo?
Living in the past, I can't tie the knot, no astro
The only rock I'll cop will be the dabs rolled up in hash oil
F*ck the commitment, my mistress Mary Jane
We get shipments for business then dish it for the pay
That's the day-to-day regular, ain't no other way
And the whole gang is stepping up, so we split the cake
I commemorate my brothers cuz I love em to the grave
Gotta celebrate the struggle, made us who we are today
Yeah my comfort zone get left behind, replaced the shades of gray
Now I'm coming for the butter, soon this bread is gonna break

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

In and out traffic, I'm walking the line
Yeah I work til my back ache, get paid for my time
Keep the stash in the mattress, adjusting my spine
We adapt to the madness, adapt to the crime
Spread the wisdom that's given, my vision sublime
I'mma stack up my digits and twist the design
Cuz the system we live in gets rich off our grind
Running game on the people, imprisoning minds
Ain't no safety net around me, had to dive into this shit
Got my weight up, now I'm grounded and I'm grinding for the chips
Like the way that it be sounding when I'm playing back my hits
In the stu, the speakers pounding
Break it down and load the clip
All the fakers that surrounding be astounded by the drip
Show support but then of course behind closed doors you talking shit
That's the way it is, the way it goes, they'll never get a grip
Gotta pay in full and play your role, quit acting like a bitch!

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco
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Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
I know you got my back bro
I know you got my back bro
I know you got my back bro
(Yuh)

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

I know you got my back bro, move tactical like Aggro
We blowing up like Castro, she told me I'm a natural
I f*ck and keep it casual, these bitches, they be bashful
Focused on my bag, f*ck out my face with that fiasco
Say I'm playing games, shorty I don't see no Hasbro
We ain't even that close, so really what you mad fo?
Living in the past, I can't tie the knot, no astro
The only rock I'll cop will be the dabs rolled up in hash oil
F*ck the commitment, my mistress Mary Jane
We get shipments for business then dish it for the pay
That's the day-to-day regular, ain't no other way
And the whole gang is stepping up, so we split the cake
I commemorate my brothers cuz I love em to the grave
Gotta celebrate the struggle, made us who we are today
Yeah my comfort zone get left behind, replaced the shades of gray
Now I'm coming for the butter, soon this bread is gonna break

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

In and out traffic, I'm walking the line
Yeah I work til my back ache, get paid for my time
Keep the stash in the mattress, adjusting my spine
We adapt to the madness, adapt to the crime
Spread the wisdom that's given, my vision sublime
I'mma stack up my digits and twist the design
Cuz the system we live in gets rich off our grind
Running game on the people, imprisoning minds
Ain't no safety net around me, had to dive into this shit
Got my weight up, now I'm grounded and I'm grinding for the chips
Like the way that it be sounding when I'm playing back my hits
In the stu, the speakers pounding
Break it down and load the clip
All the fakers that surrounding be astounded by the drip
Show support but then of course behind closed doors you talking shit
That's the way it is, the way it goes, they'll never get a grip
Gotta pay in full and play your role, quit acting like a bitch!

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco

Whatchu trap fo?
Where the cash flow?
Who'd you blast fo?
Would they send it back though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco
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Writer: Gavin Austin
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