Music To Trap To Lyrics

Yeah, couple bad bitches that I rotate Ever move around, bitch, I will not wait

Might be a lot of things, but I am not fake

Won't crack a smile, get out my face

Ayy, I am not them

Yeah he might believe it, but I know that's not him

You gon' lose it all trying to impress them

Lot of weight, but we don't bench press them

Niggas bitch made

Ayy, knew I'd be like this since the 6th grade

And now Ill send this bitch up in a rampage

Breaking down this white girl to sell it like back page

Always knew you was a bitch, so I don't even care

All up in your shit like I've been in here

Gas Phil Collins, filling in the air

Never went to college, but I was serving there

Baby, would you die for it?

She put my dick up in her throat till she choked, guess she'll died for it

Type to pay the extra, not to wait in line for it

I learned to cook grams, they was doing chores

(Hahaha)

I had already learned how to cook grams when everybody else was doing chores

Ayy, it's funny how this life take course

Uh, ayy, you could have the best hand you ever had dealt and make the wrong move

Uh, ayy, till it's really in your hands, you never know what you would do

Ayy, and to gain it all

Gotta know it's gon' be times you gon' lose

Uh, uh, I'd do it all over now knowing I would lose

Uh, knowing that I'd lose you, man, lose you

Damn, you too

Damn, not you too

Nigga, play around here and they gon' lose you

It gotta be the bond we made that we be coming back to

If I let you in, we gotta make a pact boo

Yeah, this the music that we trap to

First bullet grazed the nigga, but the next two

Gonna go straight through

They'll be dead or a vegetable, canned soup

Baby it's too late for me, so let's just make a better you

Nigga, I'll hide all you want, we'll take someone instead of you

Hehe, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Suddenly, they don't want problems no more, huh

Pussy lips flapping like a hoe, huh

Niggas bitch made

Quick flips'll get you cut like switch blades

At a nigga head like a temp fade

Thuggin' on the internet in person, he is not brave

Funny dawg old ass was fanned out vouching for me

He couldn't hide the hate no more, he probably couldn't even sleep

Really, I'm the nigga that he thought he would be

Or thought that he was, but he can't lie to us

Haha, badass bitches that I rotate

If you leave now, bitch, I will not wait

I might be a lot of things, but I am not fake

I can't even crack a smile, get out of my face

Yeah, yeah, bitch, I am not them

He might believe what he's saying, but that's not him

Type a nigga, give his ass to impress them

Mm-mm-mm, haha