There's a whole lot of trap shit goin' on
Too real and persist
Yeah, let me get in here
Trap, trap, trap
Taking risk and pills
Yeah, man, just kill me, nigga
Yeah
Got them flicky in the O's
What's goin' on
Bro, spend five on this nigga
That's what's goin' on
I spend three
Yes, sir
That's what's goin' on
I just found a plug without the cord
Sales in the kitchen, cleanin' dishes, doin' chores
Choppa cut that nigga like a smores
These niggas ain't ready for a war
So quit busting them guns, they ain't yours
I'm finna f*ck the beat up
Been chillin' with my feet up
Bougie-ass nigga, sippin' lean, not a teacup
Married to the money, and I made her get a prenup
Bro needed a front, but he can't get it till I re-up
I hope you got your gun, cause I keep mine on me
He can't hang with gang, cause it's invite only
He switched up and changed, so he ain't my homie
She wanted me to stay, but it's one night only
I don't get these hoes, crash with me
That's my lil' brother with a big pole
Stick on me, make him lean back like Limbo
5% tint , you can't see in the window
Street doin' sixty in the fin fin on dick road
I just popped a perk, and now I'm rollin' like I'm K.O
Shooters in the rental, they gon' slide in the Durango
Turn him to a dancer, yeah, that chopper made him tango
I'm a real stepper, they can't tell me where I can't go
Broke up with my thot bitch, cause she be on some hot shit
I f*ck with my bitch because she love me, and I'm not shit
How the f*ck is you a shooter, you ain't shot shit
Peep a lot of shit, but I won't comment
Walk straight in your house like I'm a locksmith
Hold on, nigga bought a gun, still ain't shot shit
I been in the trap all day, no time for opp shit
Bought a four, stretch a four, I call that a flip
Uncle still doin' time, he was just a pimp
That was 96, at 25, we takin' trips
Get a nigga back door, then tell his mama I got the rent
Use the baby jars, cause the other jars just make it stick
That's a Glock 22, but yeah, she thought it was my dick
I don't leave the house, I just be laid up with my bitch
We be f*ckin', I ain't take a shower, yeah, I'm filthy rich
I might rob her for a pussy, that's just how you hit a lick
I record her while we f*ckin', she think I'm takin' a pic
Phone ringin' like dismissal, she blow me like a whistle
If she f*ckin' the first night, it ain't no way I can kiss her
I'm the shit without the tissue, I can love you, but not miss you
Bullets in the Draco, remind me of a missile
Did you hear about the last nigga? Naw I get back with ya
I be full of meds, Percocets, roll it all in a Swisher
Can't be talkin' to no feds, they be tryin' to point out pictures
Told the opps to get up with us, you know trap gon' do it bigger
Trap Qweezy - Net Worth (feat. Trap Krashh) Lyrics
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There's a whole lot of trap shit goin' on
Too real and persist
Yeah, let me get in here
Trap, trap, trap
Taking risk and pills
Yeah, man, just kill me, nigga
Yeah
Got them flicky in the O's
What's goin' on
Bro, spend five on this nigga
That's what's goin' on
I spend three
Yes, sir
That's what's goin' on
I just found a plug without the cord
Sales in the kitchen, cleanin' dishes, doin' chores
Choppa cut that nigga like a smores
These niggas ain't ready for a war
So quit busting them guns, they ain't yours
I'm finna f*ck the beat up
Been chillin' with my feet up
Bougie-ass nigga, sippin' lean, not a teacup
Married to the money, and I made her get a prenup
Bro needed a front, but he can't get it till I re-up
I hope you got your gun, cause I keep mine on me
He can't hang with gang, cause it's invite only
He switched up and changed, so he ain't my homie
She wanted me to stay, but it's one night only
I don't get these hoes, crash with me
That's my lil' brother with a big pole
Stick on me, make him lean back like Limbo
5% tint , you can't see in the window
Street doin' sixty in the fin fin on dick road
I just popped a perk, and now I'm rollin' like I'm K.O
Shooters in the rental, they gon' slide in the Durango
Turn him to a dancer, yeah, that chopper made him tango
I'm a real stepper, they can't tell me where I can't go
Broke up with my thot bitch, cause she be on some hot shit
I f*ck with my bitch because she love me, and I'm not shit
How the f*ck is you a shooter, you ain't shot shit
Peep a lot of shit, but I won't comment
Walk straight in your house like I'm a locksmith
Hold on, nigga bought a gun, still ain't shot shit
I been in the trap all day, no time for opp shit
Bought a four, stretch a four, I call that a flip
Uncle still doin' time, he was just a pimp
That was 96, at 25, we takin' trips
Get a nigga back door, then tell his mama I got the rent
Use the baby jars, cause the other jars just make it stick
That's a Glock 22, but yeah, she thought it was my dick
I don't leave the house, I just be laid up with my bitch
We be f*ckin', I ain't take a shower, yeah, I'm filthy rich
I might rob her for a pussy, that's just how you hit a lick
I record her while we f*ckin', she think I'm takin' a pic
Phone ringin' like dismissal, she blow me like a whistle
If she f*ckin' the first night, it ain't no way I can kiss her
I'm the shit without the tissue, I can love you, but not miss you
Bullets in the Draco, remind me of a missile
Did you hear about the last nigga? Naw I get back with ya
I be full of meds, Percocets, roll it all in a Swisher
Can't be talkin' to no feds, they be tryin' to point out pictures
Told the opps to get up with us, you know trap gon' do it bigger
Too real and persist
Yeah, let me get in here
Trap, trap, trap
Taking risk and pills
Yeah, man, just kill me, nigga
Yeah
Got them flicky in the O's
What's goin' on
Bro, spend five on this nigga
That's what's goin' on
I spend three
Yes, sir
That's what's goin' on
I just found a plug without the cord
Sales in the kitchen, cleanin' dishes, doin' chores
Choppa cut that nigga like a smores
These niggas ain't ready for a war
So quit busting them guns, they ain't yours
I'm finna f*ck the beat up
Been chillin' with my feet up
Bougie-ass nigga, sippin' lean, not a teacup
Married to the money, and I made her get a prenup
Bro needed a front, but he can't get it till I re-up
I hope you got your gun, cause I keep mine on me
He can't hang with gang, cause it's invite only
He switched up and changed, so he ain't my homie
She wanted me to stay, but it's one night only
I don't get these hoes, crash with me
That's my lil' brother with a big pole
Stick on me, make him lean back like Limbo
5% tint , you can't see in the window
Street doin' sixty in the fin fin on dick road
I just popped a perk, and now I'm rollin' like I'm K.O
Shooters in the rental, they gon' slide in the Durango
Turn him to a dancer, yeah, that chopper made him tango
I'm a real stepper, they can't tell me where I can't go
Broke up with my thot bitch, cause she be on some hot shit
I f*ck with my bitch because she love me, and I'm not shit
How the f*ck is you a shooter, you ain't shot shit
Peep a lot of shit, but I won't comment
Walk straight in your house like I'm a locksmith
Hold on, nigga bought a gun, still ain't shot shit
I been in the trap all day, no time for opp shit
Bought a four, stretch a four, I call that a flip
Uncle still doin' time, he was just a pimp
That was 96, at 25, we takin' trips
Get a nigga back door, then tell his mama I got the rent
Use the baby jars, cause the other jars just make it stick
That's a Glock 22, but yeah, she thought it was my dick
I don't leave the house, I just be laid up with my bitch
We be f*ckin', I ain't take a shower, yeah, I'm filthy rich
I might rob her for a pussy, that's just how you hit a lick
I record her while we f*ckin', she think I'm takin' a pic
Phone ringin' like dismissal, she blow me like a whistle
If she f*ckin' the first night, it ain't no way I can kiss her
I'm the shit without the tissue, I can love you, but not miss you
Bullets in the Draco, remind me of a missile
Did you hear about the last nigga? Naw I get back with ya
I be full of meds, Percocets, roll it all in a Swisher
Can't be talkin' to no feds, they be tryin' to point out pictures
Told the opps to get up with us, you know trap gon' do it bigger
Writer: LaQuinta Childress
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