Trap Out ft. Luh Slide Lyrics

Let me tell you how to get this shit started

You start gettin' them bows, then move in, and trap out apartments

I can't een trust a bitch, I'm just like Future, I'm just bein' honest

They said it's a contest to the top, shit I already won it

They said I fell off, but I disappeared, I call that tauntin'

Slide the block, hit his head, now everybody out there moppin'

If I slide the block tonight, tomorrow, he ain't doin' no fuckin' walkin'

If I block the bitch right now, hell nah, we ain't doin' no fuckin' talkin'

Damn, I might just smoke some gas

Just like skinny jeans lil bitch, yeah I'm all up on yo' ass

Niggas can't fuck with us if he ain't got no money or pullin' the cash

All my niggas straight up out the hood, we all nun served them bags

Smith and Wesson .40's in my hand, we all gon' shoot that bag

Steppers all around me, and I bet you none of 'em fuckin' lag

Niggas steady dissin' on the gang, that's what got them wacked

I heard he talkin' crazy, frrr frrr, we had got him smacked

Used to trap out my lil Kia, I got money, I can't go back to that

All this green up in my pocket, keep a cabbage patch

Niggas think shit sweet, till I hop out and bullets hit his back

Yeen never shot shit and word around the town you is a rat

He ain't got no stick, these niggas, they be pussies, scary cat

I heard they talkin' crazy, I don't give no fuck

Cause I got cho, so it don't fuckin' faze me

Niggas don't want smoke with NFG, we got sticks like the navy

Member trappin' out BG, them pussy niggas tried to play me

Lil bitch sent the drop to one a my opps, I told his ah, come face me

Shunna did that, I smoke a 3.5 and get to tryna push his back

If I want yo' gun, I take yo' fye, cant get yo' sig back

I hit me a play, they hit my phone like I think this crack

This that exotic shit, shawty got a ass wit' a accent, this my exotic bitch

All my niggas 'round, tryna get rich, we on some Roddy shit

Niggas ain't een clutchin' iron, them boys be on some flaugin' shit

Peep the drip, yeah they copy this

Tried to slime me out, knew her intentions so I blocked the bitch

Niggas don't know chief foreal, I grew wit' them choppa sticks

Bitch this Glocks-R-Us, bruh got a semi wit' a stock and shit

Big NFG, no cap up in my rap, these niggas opposite

Let me tell you how to get this shit started

You start gettin' them bows, then move in, and trap out apartments

I can't een trust a bitch, I'm just like Future, I'm just bein' honest

They said it's a contest to the top, shit I already won it

They said I fell off, but I disappeared, I call that tauntin'

Slide the block, hit his head, now everybody out there moppin'

If I slide the block tonight, tomorrow, he ain't doin' no fuckin' walkin'

If I block the bitch right now, hell nah, we ain't doin' no fuckin' talkin'

Damn, I might just smoke some gas

Just like skinny jeans lil bitch, yeah I'm all up on yo' ass

Niggas can't fuck with us if he ain't got no money or pullin' the cash

All my niggas straight up out the hood, we all nun served them bags

Smith and Wesson .40's in my hand, we all gon' shoot that bag

Steppers all around me, and I bet you none of 'em fuckin' lag

Niggas steady dissin' on the gang, that's what got them wacked

I heard he talkin' crazy, frrr frrr, we had got him smacked

Used to trap out my lil Kia, I got money, I can't go back to that

(I heard he talkin' crazy, frrr frrr, we had got him smacked)