Real Trap Shit Lyrics

Ayy, check my rank, nigga

I really come them trap housess, you know

Them hard nights

Them nights in the hallways, you hear me

I grew up on that tip

That Weezy, that Gucci

Soulja Slim, UGK

Swervin' to that Boosie

I grew up on that real trap shit

Ayy, check my rank

I swear, I grew up on that real trap shit

Ayy, check my rank

Used to be in school, 4zones

Stuffed in my boxers

Smelled Doja in the hallways

So canines sniffin' on lockers

Top of the mornin'

bagging 20s

Bumpin' Gucci and Waka

I stacked bout

Six hundred dollars

And went and

Bought me a chopper

Oxon hill middle

Block thirteen

And had a nine six Impala

Bumpin' through pounds for them dollars

Cuz it's all about that guala

Way back in 2006

When niggass used to rock Hollister

Way back in 2006

When niggas used to rock Hollister

Sb Dunks bape hoodies

Tryin' to be like Weezy

Copped my first eight-ball

Listenin to Jeezy

Came up on The digi scale

I feel like theses streets need me

Love me or love me not but

Either way ima be me

I remember cruisin' in my big brother ride

Woofer beatin' front, back, side to side

Pimp C died, I swear my whole hood cried

Lotta real niggas had tears in they eyes

Pocket full of stones when we stepped outside

Strapped like tip, but ain't get caught in the ride

Sold my lil' 380, copped a big 45

Nextel chirp, quarter pound of some perp

North face, gore tex without no strap

Your ass just might get hurt

Grew round the trappers and the hustlers

Had to put in some work because

I grew up to that tip

That Weezy, that Gucci

Soulja Slim, Ugk

Swervin' to that Boosie

I grew up on that real trap shit

I swear I grew up on that real trap shit

Ayy, check my Rank