Trappin > Rappin Lyrics

I'm in a low-key by myself, swervin', sippin', pistol gripping

I had to run up my bucks , this shit off hustle ,the fuck is luck

I pullup to get my nut, then I pull off, she don't get no trust

I put my trust in this Glock, if it pop off, then I'm gon' pop

I'm up late night off the X, I put the money over the sex

On the block, bankroll in my sock

Posted with five, we ain't worried about opps

We swinging ' green like we sellin' salad

I be in the trap, more than I be rappin

I got a hustle, my bitch want some lanvins

I got some brotha locked up, yeah

I got some brotha locked on doin' stabbings

Tryna make it out, but these niggas be crabbing

We having now , but back then they was laughing

I'm in the trap, with five, trappin an stackin

Real street nigga, these niggas be actin

Real trap nigga, we vaccume seal plastic

Real drill nigga, they all bout your madness

Bad bitch, I like her, she nasty and classy

We fucked in the car, Wipe my dick with napkin

Can I send her off? Get back to trappin

Paid off pounds off foreal I ain't just rapping, they not in the streets

I think they be cappin

I'm on the block, I'm gettin' it off

Percs goin' fast, they sellin' like soft

I just fucked a light skin , bitch in the loft

I was counting bank , while she rub on my back

Which one you choose? Trappin' or rappin'

Every time we beef, sticks get the clappin

My life a movie, real life, do no acting

I'm from the joy , we used to flip on a mattress

I'm finna go big and start fuckin' on actress

I'm from the south, said she like my accent

Do it finer than fine, thank you for askin

I put in the grind, no luck, I ain't cappin

I'm in a low key, by myself

Swervin sippin' pistol grippin

I had to run up my bucks

This shit off hustle , so the fuck is luck

I Pull-up to get my nut

Then I pull off , she don't get no trust

I put my trust in this Glock

If it pop off, then I'm gon' pop

I'm up late night, Off the X

I put the money over the sex

On the block, bankroll ' In , my sock

Posted with five, we ain't worried about opps

We swinging' green, like we sellin' salad

I be in the trap, more than I be rappin

I gotta hustle, my bitch want some lanvins

I got some brotha locked up , ugh yeah

I got some brotha locked up doin stabbings

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