Traded ft. Hopout Shawn Lyrics

I just traded in that jeep, had it bout a week, that bitch wasn't hittin' no shit

Beat down the door till they let me in, B4L, I'ma represent

Snatch a can and change the van, let my lil' one spin

Nigga took the block down about that team, I ain't satisfied, he'll do it again

Lighted up in my Amiri jeans, extra plates for the whole team

Come on now, I'll pay that fee, stop all that playin' and get on your knees

Big boy shit can't keep up speed, don't do what I say and do what I need

Hop out with Gloss and clear the scene, we don't do no arguing

Yeah, bitch, I'm backin' in that Mos, I went diamond, not gold

And I shit on all my old hoes, still breakin' off the rolls

Had to cut my cousin off that nigga, cuz stick to the code

Sixty-second God, call a juice man and your shit gettin' towed

I'm in the trap with the drake, it's a bowl, nigga, try to run over

Get shot and you throw up the troll, and I scat like a bitch for a mo

Try to spend all my off time, now I'm makin' off out the town

Had to shoot her after the show, now I'm trippin, snatch, I got the drake in the tote

Call it one-third, I put this shit on the floor and the nerve

I'm tryna get me some more off the bed, I'm tryna snatch me a dollar

Fuck that, I'm with a rap nigga, ho, I flew out, just the fuck, gotta go

She bad, I put this bitch on the road, she sad, these niggas beefin' broke

No, he wanna name me, I don't really want smoke

Chop me, they blind, no more ponies, they stoned

Tapping the switch, hit the beat with a scroll

Burn fast, tryna quack, you would think I was slow

I'm sipping yellow, shit thicker than yo, or a cup

I'm tryna pop me some more, high, I meet this shit with a ten

Ain't cold, we trustin, coin we spend

Buck for a gen, nigga, spit out a fin

Young niggas time to do it again, my young niggas slump, shit out for a ten

You know it ain't nothin' to get a nigga smacked

Instagram thug and they speakin' in wax

Tell him do me somethin' if he think he that

Take out thousand dollars to get his hat

Ice, money, bullets and guns

With three black trucks, he a west side don

You say that it's up, better save your phone

We left from crush, wanna whoop a gun

You got in that field, this shit ain't fun no more

Them boys white flag and shit

Tryna run around with the big dogs, you a pup, boy

Get your ass kicked

I get fired right now to Youngin' cause he don't miss

And Youngin' served a whole onion before the officer

Grandma pissed, but that shit lit

I can't make this up, niggas havin' secret smoke

I shut up, but that shit ain't enough

I'm blowin' it down your throat until you choke

And it's all clear, she like, who you with

Bitch, you know it's been four

All you London B, I heard you got big pour

I'm blowin' it down your throat until you choke

And it's all clear, she like, who you with

Bitch, you know it's been four

All you London B, I heard you got big pour

And it's all clear, she like, who you with