Trapper Muzik ft. Glock117 Lyrics

Sell a P for 3k, get them gone

Got a p of Za right na nigga call the phone

Got them Ps right there, already sold

Done Had a thousand flavors niggas Pure Exotics sell the best

Twenty-two go for the debts forty-two go for the rest

I put a ticket on your head so i don't think you need that vest

I heard you talking out yo mouth I'm putting this F-N on yo neck

Fuck the ref we playing foul we don't give fuck bout a tech

Getting money I'm a vet and i use it on a rat

I'm like Serena with them racks

And Bro like mad max with them straps

Put the Pure's up On the map

Invested fifty in the trap

Let's Get It

I'm always thinking bout the worst

Cause it a go down

Niggas turn they goofy up as soon they get a hoe round

We ain't missing shots at niggas score the bucket fuck a rebound

Nigga get down or you lay down and if you lay down then you stay down

I got a different plug my drugs come through the greyhound

No Bapp

Two day turn around it's supper numbers it's 3k for a pound

Gun him down, then bond him out, then sell a p in the next hour

You ain't never seen a brick them bitches sour

I just watched my uncle stack two hundred up just like a tower Nigga

All Fizacts Nigga

I know a nigga round around with chopper and a bible nigga

I'm from the Raq were they ain't fighting they glocking Niggas

Aint got no switch up on yo glock then when you slide you ain't on nothing nigga

I'm from the Raq were a nigga a do you your body a never get found

I really be fucking with gang cause niggas be goofies And E hate crowds

Niggas been dicking her down how i'm a opp lil nigga cause I'm dicking her now

Ahhh Haaa

Them switches don't go bow put a band on your head just like it's a crown

This that trapper music for trappers that get to it

This that trapper music for trappers riding round with two Ps in a Buick

This that trapper music for niggas that put money up and don't use it

This that trapper music you ain't no trapper boy don't listen to it

Been out the way don't call my phone if ain't bout the cheese

Please don't get capping we got switches we like clapping these

But we be cooling I can teach how to flip a P

First you break it down don't sell it whole you got to feed the streets

Go on a run get in yo bag man fuck that shopping spree

Go back to the store and double up get you like two or three

I'm on they ass gone make them mad cause they can't sit with me

I been in my mode ain't calming down ain't trying to keep the peace

Still having motion

Niggas know we got it they like damn Gliz you holding

Bussing off this x fee like Herb bitch i'm rolling

I'm like six feet like the chopper I be holding

Bullets get to flying ain't no telling where they going

Exotic poles in

Exotic smoking

Get it in we break it down you know we got the load in

And I'm more focused

Then I ever been

Glizzies get to blowing televise em, David Letterman

Fuck the opposition my door open tell them let them in

Bitch I be cooling, high and fly just like a pelican

I can say I'm blessed but I ain't never met the reverend

If you play you lay today yo day and now you heaven sent

Nigga