Trap Life ft. Gitty T Lyrics

Boy I swear to god

These niggas broker than a bitch

He tender bout that broad done put that hoe up in the mix

And I don't know his name

I just know he want a zip

Yea I loved that hoe

But I know she wasn't shit

I got lil Kelsey with me

She gone ride til the wheels fall

She proud of me

She know daddy been a big dog

You short a dollar

Kick rocks nigga get lost

Before ya make me mad before you make me pissed off

Touchdown in the field

Touchdown from the kick off

Chicken head asked for some money made my dick soft

And I know them percocets full of fentanyl

But I be biting down on em like chomp chomp

Back flipping in the trap this shit jump jump

Fuck a skinny bitch I need a cutie with a plump rump

And she gone let me use her mouth for a cum dump

And anything these niggas did shit I done done

These dopeman nikes cost me sixty plus a hun dun

Hater talkin down I told him we could run one

I been deep off in that water like a sump pump

Ten thousand cash nigga flexin on you broke chumps

Yea trap life

Drug life

Bitch im up like

Fuck yo life

You talkin bags nigga what's yo price

Drop em down

Oh you can't do it I'll shop around

Hit my phone

You spend enough then I'm poppin out

Yea trap life

Drug life

Bitch im up like

Fuck yo life

You talkin bags nigga what's yo price

Drop em down

Oh you can't do it I'll shop around

Hit my phone

You spend enough then I'm poppin out

I just jugged five bags

Three times off my flip phone

Like I got dressed in the toilet I got that shit on

Couple number twos came in

Won't have that shit long

I can text a rocket emoji and get this shit gone

Trappers by my side

And the killers in the cut

Laughing at the niggas who y'all thought was shooters step it up

Keisha lil brother used to cop a p he leveled up

He was bout to cop a watch I told him to keep it tucked

Prices goin up

Errbody trap slowin up

Wook behind the wall jiggalitin ain't no sittin duck

Get a bad bitch fall back these niggas cuffin sluts

Catch a flight when I feel like it gone half a month

Made a hundred in my Lincoln finna go and get a truck

Credit score seven something bitch I'm grown as a fuck

Let him get it straight knowing he gone hit it with a four

Ima get him next time he gone come back for some more

Watch what ya post

Niggas they'll throw ya in the mix

I fuck with them blue and reds Gitty t don't bang shit

Crackers tapped in bad all I do is make hits

In the studio smoking out a high grade zip

Yea trap life

Drug life

Bitch im up like

Fuck yo life

You talkin bags nigga what's yo price

Drop em down

Oh you can't do it I'll shop around

Hit my phone

You spend enough then I'm poppin out Yea trap life

Drug life

Bitch im up like

Fuck yo life

You talkin bags nigga what's yo price

Drop em down

Oh you can't do it I'll shop around hit my phone

You spend enough then I'm poppin out