Tae Laclair - Trap Lyrics

(Easy hustlenomics)

(This is a new exclusive from DJ Mil-Ticket)
(Ooh ooh DJ Mil-Ticket)

The way a nigga work his wrist
Put you in his trap house shit
And if I put this (?) Rollie on
I just might blind your bitch
Ooh ooh, I'm the shit
Heard you're beedy, broken shit
Heard that from a messy ho (DJ)
I ain't trying to start up shit

Young, but I'm really rich
I can f*ck 'bout any bitch
Act all kind of richy-rich
We've been rich since Disney, bitch
Remember taking super donuts home
Put 'em in the f*cking fridge
Remember taking super donuts home
Put 'em in the f*cking fridge (hustlenomics)

I remember going to Or
In the two door cutlass
Your ass gotta walk the streets
I was sitting on bupkis
Floor shit, the beat it flows
Mc Hammer, can't touch this
Crazy with the extant though
Nigga, really don't try shit

Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Bad bitch, swiping shit
Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Bad bitch, swiping shit
(You are watching a master at work)

Trap, trap work your wrist
Bad bitch, swiping shit
Fifteen hundred on my tools
Fifteen hundred on my K
The way I jump about the gym
My nigga need a scholarship
Go back for the Drakeo's thought I was a college kid

On my, on my money shit
I'm blissed out
I'm young and rich
I don't have to stress for shit
I took half from a bougie bitch
I don't have to prove you shit
Trap Lord is the coolest kid
Buck up and I'm at your ass
Back with a Kool-Aid key

Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Bad bitch, swiping shit
Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Trap, trap work your wrist
Bad bitch, swiping shit
(Work your wrist)

(If it ain't the ticket stamp on that mother f*cker)
(We ain't f*cking with it)