Trapholic Lyrics

He sipping' juice its like the heroine

These bags coming' by the twos, they keep on starron

Of course I'm high as shit how els would I touch the moon

We don't really gotta talk about anything unless there is money in the move

I knew they'd like that shit man

Tied that bitch up again, almost dipped her in some ranch

I'm making distance from the people they make me feel like the creature

GEEWILIKERS Jstax I think this beat is killing em'

Give em' an adderall if they can't keep up I know I'm on some white shit

These bars are crazy I dont what els to really tell em'

Spice the packs up , before I go out and go sell it

Made a couple K through the day and some while the night end

He let off 23 shots with the FN

For a second, I said what the fuck you trippin'

I said we in the woods lets just get to fuckin' dippin'

Put my foot on the pedal bitch I started driftin'

Yah I come from the East it's either ball or starve

Yah I made a lot of money in a broke down car

I mean I sold em' bars, on bars on bars on bars

Of course my eyes got large

(hahah shit)

I put the old money away and I'M still adding up the new sum

The bank teller looking at me like where he get this from

These stacks so sturdy they think it came from the bundle

I went reggie bush on the track, but I didn't go fumble

I'm the king I'M the Don, I just got it like this

I paid my homie a Hundred a pack you know I got rich

You see the ammo on the floor, they already know I got sticks

I put diamond's on my bitch while I was sipping the TRIS

Yah I sold them 30's but I seen a half a MILL

That boy just hit 30 and never seen a deal

I think they do it for the wrong reasons but im try catch a thrill

Gave that kid a couple k and now its time to drill

He starting to look skinny what he fuckin' up the scale

These youngin's wanna be just like me, but I'm in hell

I just fucked me up a rib eye I ain't tryin' be kosher

Got her goin' up and down on the dick like a rollercoaster

I got way to much work in the V I ain't tryin' to pull over

I just kept it pushing while these bitches rolled over

I can't even feel my feet no more from all this damm tourin'

Up for three nights in a row and still got head in the mornin'

I could die today but my music will live forever

I don't gotta hit a cash app scam I can get whatever

Damm he just had to hit up Uber he don't got a V

He had to go back to see his baby mama's just so he could eat

Shit why they wanna see me fail they don't really have a reason

I can make these clubs jump in any fucking season

I ain't playin on these beats don't you know I'm a monster

Three solid verses this shit hitting like a chopper

All you ever do is complain about is some dumb shit

like how you need help with your bills but you say you run shit

Man I just got an accountant I got way too much digits

Shit I keep my dick in her mouth why would I ever be bitchin'

I know you see the come up I ain't ever take a brake

They still tryin' to hunt me down like first 48

See the Jake's in the mirror so I gotta go harder

This is my last bar I gotta see my son's and daughter