Trappers Disguise Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I said yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Trappers that's in disguise, burgundy in my eyes
These Arizona bushes, they be so dry
Wash it down with a Sprite, watch hundreds collide
Falling right from the sky
Kenny Lofton and I be so high
Riverfront in 305
I'll be down, park by the side with B. Brown
With knee problems I hide
I say Bobby Brown, Whitney problems I hide
That's Bull 45 right on my side
That little tote full, cocaine glass fool
Dark shade glass pulled down over my eyes
Trappers that's in disguise
And I just be chilling man
Smoke my little weed, drink my little drink
You know I throw my couple dollars
Shit, you know, I toot my little toot, you know
Ain't nobody else business
Shit, I keep that thang on me, doe
Definitely keep that thang on me
Shit, you know
Where's my motherfucking glasses
These shoes get in them
Bruise a kidney
Two to the chin, piece of shit
These miles hard as it get
Mild tartar my fish
Dinner served
Where the fuck is your dish
These hoes thirsty as shit
Please have you a sip
Trappers that's in disguise
Hope my son, can see me rise
Dopamine hit, the brighter I get
It's 545
Either way you looking at it, look at him
I am him, he is me
That chest gold underneath, I'm a shine
Mr. T, I said I'm the shi
My nigga don't miss the T
I mean, that's my young nigga forever, you know
I mean, shit
That's my other half, man
It's some beautiful mornings out here, baby
Some beautiful mornings
We gon' shine, baby
We gon' shine
Preferably white tees
These guns'll break the sleeves
None of your business if you know me
Sleep with the fishes
Jaws and Seabiscuit
Boy, is he gifted
Present wrapped circles, heavens, yes
I am blessed
Ill Mufasa you lioness
Alpha male at its best
Take a chunk right out your chest
Open face, sandwich neck up
Cause ain't no stitching the rest
Blood, tears
Drenched in this fucking sweat
You ain't seen nothing yet
Just a trapper that's in disguise
Trappers that's in disguise
Nigga, I'm strictly lil white tee
Shit
Nigga play if they want to, nigga, I stay in that gym
Okay
Okay
Yeah
Bite your motherfucking head off, boy
Take a chunk right out your goddamn chest
Ain't no stitching that shit up
Blood, sweat, and tears in this thing