T R A P A R T ft. ASEE3 Lyrics

Trapped in the trap, nigga ima trap forever

Thrax in the bags, yea the pacc i flip is better

Snaps after racks, bank notes the only letters

Black metal straps, in the holsters to protect us

In the streets gotta eat, hustler's prayer to bless it

Touch me, you sleep, so i wouldn't suggest it

Winter time, fireplace on me, feelin festive

Cookin s'mores, cookie forest moon rock, supersaurus

Get it? Nigga, this that wipeout

Poison gas? Yea that's my cloud

And you ain't gotta question my clout

Cuz I'm really wit the shits, man

Magazines, no clips, fam

Small city, wit a big plan

All my niggas for the win, bands

SS four four eight to run it up, everything I spit a hunnid bucks

I ain't talkin cash, n I ain't talkin tough

I don't like talkin, I done said enough

What I'm livin, certified vivid

Paintin in the trap, w the vision

Til it happen, pushin packs out the kitchen

makin billions cross the map, is the mission, yea

What I'm livin, certified vivid

Paintin in the trap, w the vision

Til it happen, pushin packs out the kitchen

makin billions cross the map, is the mission, yea

We get money, then we split it with the brothers

Sweet, no honey, we reserve this for the toughest

Trapped in the trap, seek forgiveness from our mothers

We keep a strap, for the iffy muthafuckas

All we kno is go, then go harder

didn't have one, or got it from our fathers

Every nigga wanna be the hardest

But most these niggas be some fuckin targets

Hit my line to get it for a bargain

You don't eat w us? Then u must be starvin

In the streets, Ima fuckin shark, and killer whale, mixed w a marlin, beast

Full plate, cup runneth over nigga, feast

U got a hand out, but no money in it, nigga, leech

Everything i say, every joint I smoke nigga, heat

How u thirty plus, jumpin off the porch nigga, geek

U be on the net, but never on the set nigga, meek

If it's on my hip, then u gettin hit, if I reach

Cuz it ain't for show, and it ain't a prop

It's for droppin niggas, it's for poppin opps

It's for shuttin down niggas' hustle spots

It's for tearin up, niggas' fuckin blocks

N it's fucc twelve, nigga fuck the cops

Don't give a shit, if they good or not

N if I ever see Zimmerman, ima let it rip

Right thru his top

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