Trappa Lyrics

I ain't never in my life used soda except the drank pop

In other words, all I'm trying to say is this shit straight drop

Can't stop, won't stop

I'm a risk taker, roadrunner

I run them towns like a dictator

Thousand of them beans from my cousin in Decatur

When your life really this, you say fuck a pen and paper

Drop me off down the way, you just come and get me later

They ain't fucking with me, baby

I told my bitch, they ain't fucking with you, baby

You the coldest

If that mean having bread, that's the only way I'm loafing

Damn, boy, you look as stiff as hell

Where your motion

We set sensors off

Clocking off from work, the only way you niggas getting off

Cutting bitches off

Cutting prices

Cutting fentanyl

Me and you, two hour drive

Just give it thought

Turn around

Pockets on cactus

Let's hit the mall

Growing up, I had it hard, but I can get it soft

Never in my life been scared to do a state swap

On the run, cream soda, purple paint job

Drive right, do the limit, or your pay drop

This is me and bro

We love the money, and we hate cops

I ain't never in my life use soda, except the drank pop

Other words, all I'm trying to say, this is Fetty Wap

Confectioners, powdered sugar

That's the method huh

In a trap, I'm like a legend

Being catching, John

Having food like a restaurant

Give this shit a little time to dry

We got to let it lock

All blues on me like a Pepsi box

On a chill day, I get in my mood and do my step in crocs

We call the trap, the driveway filled with hella rocks

I been dropped, better know

Niggas better not

Try me, I'ma hit you with this tech I got

Now we don't know if you gon' get another breath or not