Yea
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If it ain't ATS then I don't know
Cause that be gang, them my slimes, them my woes
Rest in peace Tre, that's my bro
Can't forget Ru, we been down for so long
Man that shit hurt, but swear Ima put on
I'm tryna put my mom up on the throne
Swear you don't know we done been through it all
I cannot fail and I will not be stopped
Working til Hollywood name on the top
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Looking like birds how they all finna flock
Catch me in the trap like my name was Yung Joc
Ima crank that Soulja Boy cause I'm hot
Shoo like Blockboy JB with the glock
Gwen said this shit go bananas like ya
Ima lean back, Fat Joe on the block
I can keep going, Rich Homie, I won't stop
Back to the trapping, what you need, tryna cop
Stay eating great cause the gleece always pop
If I ain't the best tell me how the f*ck I'm not
Give a damn what you say, nigga you ain't from my block
Ain't no more tripping, I done f*cked up my car
Ima bounce back nigga, Ima young star
Say hello to my friend like Ima young Scar
No Migos Ima f*ck up the pot
Whip, whip, whip, whip
No means no, move around lil thot
Tryna ride with the gang is you in or you out
Gotta stay on my Ps, cause these niggas tryna plot
All these niggas stay hating cause I'm it and they not
Say you got gas, nigga this that moon rock
This that shit that make you touch your toes then drop
Go hard in the paint like Waka, never Flock
Wok, wok, wok, wok
You know that I'm with it
Pull up to yo city
I need about 50
That's bout 50 bitches
With some tig ol bitties
Keep running to riches
Not done til I'm finished
That gold on my wrist
And I bet that bitch glisten
When I talk just listen
I don't do this dissing
One call, shoot that shit
Now they saying you missing
Whip up in the kitchen
That money the mission
Just trapping and scamming
Til ain't no more dishes
Be rolling up krip
To help get out my feelings
Just pass me the rock
Ima shoot, I don't pivot
Know that I can't fold
I'm the realest one in it
I go to the finish
Just do it and win it
Nike need to hit me
They way they be checking
I'm going so hard
This for my unborn children
Ayyyy, ay, ay
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If you ain't ATS then I don't know
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If you ain't ATS then I don't know
TyTooHollywood - Trappin' & Scammin' Lyrics
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English
Yea
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If it ain't ATS then I don't know
Cause that be gang, them my slimes, them my woes
Rest in peace Tre, that's my bro
Can't forget Ru, we been down for so long
Man that shit hurt, but swear Ima put on
I'm tryna put my mom up on the throne
Swear you don't know we done been through it all
I cannot fail and I will not be stopped
Working til Hollywood name on the top
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Looking like birds how they all finna flock
Catch me in the trap like my name was Yung Joc
Ima crank that Soulja Boy cause I'm hot
Shoo like Blockboy JB with the glock
Gwen said this shit go bananas like ya
Ima lean back, Fat Joe on the block
I can keep going, Rich Homie, I won't stop
Back to the trapping, what you need, tryna cop
Stay eating great cause the gleece always pop
If I ain't the best tell me how the f*ck I'm not
Give a damn what you say, nigga you ain't from my block
Ain't no more tripping, I done f*cked up my car
Ima bounce back nigga, Ima young star
Say hello to my friend like Ima young Scar
No Migos Ima f*ck up the pot
Whip, whip, whip, whip
No means no, move around lil thot
Tryna ride with the gang is you in or you out
Gotta stay on my Ps, cause these niggas tryna plot
All these niggas stay hating cause I'm it and they not
Say you got gas, nigga this that moon rock
This that shit that make you touch your toes then drop
Go hard in the paint like Waka, never Flock
Wok, wok, wok, wok
You know that I'm with it
Pull up to yo city
I need about 50
That's bout 50 bitches
With some tig ol bitties
Keep running to riches
Not done til I'm finished
That gold on my wrist
And I bet that bitch glisten
When I talk just listen
I don't do this dissing
One call, shoot that shit
Now they saying you missing
Whip up in the kitchen
That money the mission
Just trapping and scamming
Til ain't no more dishes
Be rolling up krip
To help get out my feelings
Just pass me the rock
Ima shoot, I don't pivot
Know that I can't fold
I'm the realest one in it
I go to the finish
Just do it and win it
Nike need to hit me
They way they be checking
I'm going so hard
This for my unborn children
Ayyyy, ay, ay
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If you ain't ATS then I don't know
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If you ain't ATS then I don't know
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If it ain't ATS then I don't know
Cause that be gang, them my slimes, them my woes
Rest in peace Tre, that's my bro
Can't forget Ru, we been down for so long
Man that shit hurt, but swear Ima put on
I'm tryna put my mom up on the throne
Swear you don't know we done been through it all
I cannot fail and I will not be stopped
Working til Hollywood name on the top
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Looking like birds how they all finna flock
Catch me in the trap like my name was Yung Joc
Ima crank that Soulja Boy cause I'm hot
Shoo like Blockboy JB with the glock
Gwen said this shit go bananas like ya
Ima lean back, Fat Joe on the block
I can keep going, Rich Homie, I won't stop
Back to the trapping, what you need, tryna cop
Stay eating great cause the gleece always pop
If I ain't the best tell me how the f*ck I'm not
Give a damn what you say, nigga you ain't from my block
Ain't no more tripping, I done f*cked up my car
Ima bounce back nigga, Ima young star
Say hello to my friend like Ima young Scar
No Migos Ima f*ck up the pot
Whip, whip, whip, whip
No means no, move around lil thot
Tryna ride with the gang is you in or you out
Gotta stay on my Ps, cause these niggas tryna plot
All these niggas stay hating cause I'm it and they not
Say you got gas, nigga this that moon rock
This that shit that make you touch your toes then drop
Go hard in the paint like Waka, never Flock
Wok, wok, wok, wok
You know that I'm with it
Pull up to yo city
I need about 50
That's bout 50 bitches
With some tig ol bitties
Keep running to riches
Not done til I'm finished
That gold on my wrist
And I bet that bitch glisten
When I talk just listen
I don't do this dissing
One call, shoot that shit
Now they saying you missing
Whip up in the kitchen
That money the mission
Just trapping and scamming
Til ain't no more dishes
Be rolling up krip
To help get out my feelings
Just pass me the rock
Ima shoot, I don't pivot
Know that I can't fold
I'm the realest one in it
I go to the finish
Just do it and win it
Nike need to hit me
They way they be checking
I'm going so hard
This for my unborn children
Ayyyy, ay, ay
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If you ain't ATS then I don't know
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Trapping and scamming til I can't no more
Dinero drip it be all on my clothes
We got them Walmart accounts going for the low
If you want gas, we got deals for them Os
Aye, hit that bitch cause she on go
Bitch I go hard, I need racks for a show
If you ain't ATS then I don't know
Writer: Ty'Corrien Cromer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid