Trap Phone Lyrics

Riding around with that strap

We Tryna stretch his ass

Bro Nem want that get back bad as hell

He shooting with no mask

Don't call my phone I'm in the booth

Solo I aunt with the guys

I aunt got to much to say

Just see the shit up in my eyes god damn

Riding with that strap since I'm not

With the guys

His ass talk to much throw bullets at him

Now he paralyzed

Gang still mad as fuck he paralyzed cause bitch

He should of died I fucked his bitch

I broke her back she moving she paralyzed

Not Tupac but surge knight

Bag on his head he gone die tonight

Yous a stupid fuck if you bringing knife

To gun fights niggas be bummed out

Asking they bitch for bread on fortnight

I don't play with spirits but we send spirts

High in the sky I'm baby swerve up

Through the day but pussy I'm Lil swerve

At night I pop too honeys for I hit it

Don't ask if I broke her spine

I truly am I God so I sip Wock

Just like wine Just give me a couple

Months be healed up fine by time

Strap up on my hip bitch I can't go

You know I'm blowing it my nigga

Tweaking off them drugs don't move you know

He scoring shit momma told me trust nobody son

So I don't trust no more

Lil swerve never cuff a bitch again

Cause I can't trust these hoes

Gun shots off in the background

I'm off honey in going rounds

Bring me the Dutch I break it down

His ass goofy his ass a clown

Banna clips hang out the whip

Swerve patch his ass up that nigga

Ugly by the head but my Nina will line

Him up these dead niggas smoking

Grab a Dutch let's roll another one

Bro just lost his switch but it aunt shit

Cause we got tons of guns

Gang in the club high as hell

Throwing hell of ones

I'm not the type of nigga to fight

I'm just gone up and blow my gun

Swerve stay with them rubber bands

He diss me I don't pay no mind

I'm too rich he just a fan

Pull my mask down and get to blazing

They do the running man

I fucked your bitch and her best friend

Me and twin be on two mans

So rich I might just cop some land

Lil swerve got to keep a strap why

Cause he a super star I be high as hell

Off this earth bitch I be up in mars

I like the way my pipe blow

They think I'm crazy psycho

I said I love you sike ho

I'm high yelling in the mic ho

I'm done fuckin with them Zan's

I'm too high I done lost my Blick

Come pick up your man's foe Nem

Stretched him he was talking shit

These niggas be sweet as hell for real

They just some walking licks

Why the hell you hang around that nigga

He a whole snitch

I'm a money magnet baby

She see swerve and she go crazy

I see shh and I start blazing

He gone run them bullets chase him

Switch twitch and hit him up he long gone

Bitch we from the Raq we write our name up

On the Styrofoam

You already know Lil swerve get plays through

His trap phone swerve gets his plays through

His trap phone