Trapper Musik ft. DopeMan J Lyrics

Trappin' every day, make my motherfuckin' back hurt

Talk that pussy ho, shake that ass, make it work

Fuckin' with these bitches, yeah, uh, uh

Fuckin' with these bitches, don't know what they think I'm makin' with em

Least not like bro, down my throat, stick a dick and kill em

Come around, actin' funny, they don't know what hit em

Come on, I just beat like Lil Wayne, fuckin' get em

Like Lil Wayne, murderin' all the same old words

Y'all quit talkin' shit, I'll flip to the curb

Take the trap out the hood, fuckin' real good

I'll take these fuckin' bitches just like I should

Take these fuckin' bitches just like I should

I'll pull up your crib, shoot up your hood

Wishin' that these pussy niggas motherfuckin' would

Come around, actin' funny, smoke like I would

Roll up to the trap, I'll open the safe

Got these boys around, AR's not in the case

They will shoot you in the motherfuckin' face

Better keep it K, catch a case, slangin' I never say

Got these lil' bars, kinda fucked up

But you already know, they go hard, never suck

Y'all also know, I stay servin' them sacks

But I ain't rap that yet, only bout that, yeah

This is for my homies out in them canes

You already know, homies, get it in

This is for them bitches who think and say

I'm packin' what I got these hands for

Bitch, I'll twist them up a sack

Stupid motherfuckers got me fucked up in this game

I ain't talkin' to y'all doggies, hoes go insane

Hold me down the block, snitch for a slap of ribs

In a game, what each y'all think, I won't blow your brain

Blow your brain, blow your brain, blow your brain

Run up on a nigga, I'ma go insane

Blew my mind on this shit, no game

Okay, what you smokin, ayy

Run up on these pussy niggas, shoot them up loud

Run up on this bitch, tell the nigga get down

I don't give a fuck, nigga, pull it out now

I want all the money in the wallet right now

I can watch them motherfuckers hatin' on me

Run up on this shit, I'll get the money platin' on me

All the motherfuckers hatin, all these niggas hatin

Pussy nigga run up on me, I'ma hit him in his face

Don't be catchin' case

Fuck around, shoot a Draco, you be in the safe

Hang on, man, bye, bitch

Man, I like us fuckin' savage

Run up on this bitch and then I'm freakin' fuckin' have it

Told them pussy niggas have it

I ain't servin' to y'all no more, you can fuckin' sack it

I get my fists to kiss, nigga

Run up on this bitch and then I'll fuckin' bitch with her

Fuckin' with a bitch, but it ain't her sister

You know I won't mess around and fuckin' kiss her

These bitches got STDs

Where's Coco? Don't mess with PD, that's where I'm from

Runs on this bitch, I'ma take this bitch to the bars

I don't really give a fuck, hit him with the bars

Hit him with a fist and I'll hit him like this

Hit him up just like this

You already know I ain't got a fuckin' switch

Beat him up, oh, like he my old bitch

You fuckin' pussy bitches couldn't roll like this

Stupid ass, I ain't in this fuckin' game

I just do it for the money and the fuckin' brain

I ain't with these bitches, I just be cookin' in my kitchen

Servin' the whole trap just with the baking soda bitches

Baking soda bitches cookin' up in this ho, yeah

While I pistol whip you bitches, smokin' some dro

Servin' to the block, I'm a legend in this game

Though I'm not too late, I just might go insane

Walkin' down the block, packin' some fuckin' heat

Bitches go crazy when I bring out the sheets

40 in my waistband and I got the great brand

And I got them sacks just like I'm the Baker Man