Trap Life Lyrics

Fast life, trap life, savage shit, Milwaukee bitch, I speak truth up on this beat, only

Death up in these streets, countin' cash and stash a bag, I wasn't hoppin' off the porch

I stayed in the trap, I stayed in the trap, but respect to them streets though, y'all

Was tryin' to eat though, hit that lick and broke that brick, now you gotta sit, no money

On your books, damn that nigga booked bus ride, long as hell, cause you couldn't beat

That case, you couldn't leave your action, so you couldn't run that race, can't trust your

Niggas, mama warned you they was fake, they turned out to be some feds, they turned out

To be some snakes, now you got them blues on, them shoes on, got bussed down and you

Still had that tool on ya, damn, still had that tool on ya, yeah, okay, see the thing about

Them haters, they gon' love you to your face, then exploit you to the feds, yeah, just to

Build a case on how you buried in the case, niggas ain't really eatin', they won't food

Up off your plate, so it's time to do the math, subtract and then add, start countin

Up them figures, start formin' up a graph, risk the whole thing cause it ain't worth

Half, they say keep my money clean, so I gave my bands a bath, cheese grits me, please

Opps didn't see it comin', feds bussed down my spot, they was all up in my pot, they was

Lookin' for that rock, boon game, bitch, yeah, I just started runnin', hopped in that foreign

Then I did the dash, I ain't never liked school, so I know I moved that pack, first time a offender

Got caught with a blender, yeah, they tried to lock me up, tried to put me in a can, they

Was trippin' with that sentence, yo they tried to body slam me, but God was lookin

Out cause they revealed the body cam, yeah, they revealed the body cam, damn, I was on

Them papers, though, droppin' every week, damn, I was on that bracelet, ho, white buffs

Fuck the opps and fuck them hatin' hoes, fuck them hatin' hoes and fuck them hatin

Hoes, best prices in town, that's how that shit sell, keep the plug happy, here throwin

Extra scales, stay down to come up, don't smoke what you sell, don't spend your re-up

Don't worry about a ho, man, get your cheese up, 414 Milwaukee, yeah, we up, yeah, we up

It's up there and it's stuck there