When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
Smoked the first blunt before 13, a nigga was a preteen rolling shit
Stole a big bag out my daddy drawer, went to school and I sold it to the older kids
Now a habit developed, for paper and medical
All of my niggaz they holding shit
And a send ya ass back, prison rules in effect
I got I.T niggaz head toe ya shit
A way wit the women, dont care bout these bitches
That bitch aint no good, just cute facial appearance
Is she really down and show faithfulness willing?
That hoe cant do that, she can stay her lil distance
I stay on that drank, bout 2 lines in a twenty
Slow everything down but still functioning fully
I peep my surroundings, observe then attack
Still screaming "Free Monk" till my cousin get back
Gas in the car, on my way to be a star
No rear view looking everything in the past
If you aint really with me, then bitch you against me
Learned that hurt from my ex bitch in the past
Gas in the car, on my way to be a star
No rear view looking everything in the past
If you aint really with me, then bitch you against me
Learned that hurt from my ex bitch in the past
Drawing symbols in the sand until my pain gone baby
Im on that Youngboy shit
I can change ya whole mood in a song lil bitch
Movin on to the land where the gates closed baby
I gotta get the business clear
Street nigga, all the fam know is digi scales
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
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When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
Smoked the first blunt before 13, a nigga was a preteen rolling shit
Stole a big bag out my daddy drawer, went to school and I sold it to the older kids
Now a habit developed, for paper and medical
All of my niggaz they holding shit
And a send ya ass back, prison rules in effect
I got I.T niggaz head toe ya shit
A way wit the women, dont care bout these bitches
That bitch aint no good, just cute facial appearance
Is she really down and show faithfulness willing?
That hoe cant do that, she can stay her lil distance
I stay on that drank, bout 2 lines in a twenty
Slow everything down but still functioning fully
I peep my surroundings, observe then attack
Still screaming "Free Monk" till my cousin get back
Gas in the car, on my way to be a star
No rear view looking everything in the past
If you aint really with me, then bitch you against me
Learned that hurt from my ex bitch in the past
Gas in the car, on my way to be a star
No rear view looking everything in the past
If you aint really with me, then bitch you against me
Learned that hurt from my ex bitch in the past
Drawing symbols in the sand until my pain gone baby
Im on that Youngboy shit
I can change ya whole mood in a song lil bitch
Movin on to the land where the gates closed baby
I gotta get the business clear
Street nigga, all the fam know is digi scales
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
Smoked the first blunt before 13, a nigga was a preteen rolling shit
Stole a big bag out my daddy drawer, went to school and I sold it to the older kids
Now a habit developed, for paper and medical
All of my niggaz they holding shit
And a send ya ass back, prison rules in effect
I got I.T niggaz head toe ya shit
A way wit the women, dont care bout these bitches
That bitch aint no good, just cute facial appearance
Is she really down and show faithfulness willing?
That hoe cant do that, she can stay her lil distance
I stay on that drank, bout 2 lines in a twenty
Slow everything down but still functioning fully
I peep my surroundings, observe then attack
Still screaming "Free Monk" till my cousin get back
Gas in the car, on my way to be a star
No rear view looking everything in the past
If you aint really with me, then bitch you against me
Learned that hurt from my ex bitch in the past
Gas in the car, on my way to be a star
No rear view looking everything in the past
If you aint really with me, then bitch you against me
Learned that hurt from my ex bitch in the past
Drawing symbols in the sand until my pain gone baby
Im on that Youngboy shit
I can change ya whole mood in a song lil bitch
Movin on to the land where the gates closed baby
I gotta get the business clear
Street nigga, all the fam know is digi scales
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
When I was young jumped off the porch, said all I wanna do is trap
(All I wanna do is trap)
(All I wanna do is trap)
Put my life up in this music, Floyd don turned into a rapper
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
(Floyd don turned into a rapper)
Writer: Xavier Floyd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid