Tapp in (Melodic Trap Freestyle) Lyrics

I feel like singing in the trap I feel like singing in the trap

I think I'm addicted to the racks this might be my fifth time in buck head at sacks

I drive four hours to get that pack and right back

Middle man I blow about twenty get it right back

I'm no front man but I know where all the work at

843 my city you know we get hella racks black man, white man, this whole city here a real trap

Uncle told me never leave the house out with ya strap

Lazy niggas always out here tryna hit a lick

Put that work in my niggas and you get hella rich

Watch your approach cause you don't want no problem with these sticks

This that beatman serving 3.5 for 50 I get rich

I get rich, I get rich, I get rich

What they mad for

UUhhh nigga get money

That's all I know

Blow a couple racks

I get some more

Trap, trap, trap, trap, jumpin'

Made a quarter mil in the summer

Told her I'll be gone till November

I'm coming back with the snow in the winter

Look at me now

I'm getting rich

What you mad for

Aaahh ya lil bitch

Gettin' money

That's all I know

I blow a couple racks

I get some more

I'm on my rich shit

I'm singing in the trap with my VVS's on my

And she slobbin on dat uuuh

This that freestyle shit

This that freestyle shit

This that freestyle shit

this that

This that freestyle shit

This that freestyle shit

Come on come on

This that freestyle shit

Ou

We got the sauce