Trap Files ft. Cadillac Shorty Lyrics

Bitch hold on

Put your clothes on

I done got what I wanted you could gone on

By the time you can call my phone I be long gone

If you looking for some love this the wrong song

Jaws locking off these drugs straight from Hong Kong

All my niggas really thugs really bust domes

Rob a nigga ass make him catch the bus home

I was selling shit before I got a touch phone

Sold a million nicks when niggas used to love zone

I done hit your bitch the one you used to love on

I'm the nigga that you hate and got a grudge on

But you smiling in my face like the love's grown

Niggas dying everyday it's just a different day

Bitches lying every way just to get away

You ain't get it yesterday get a different way

Cause you gotta get paid every fucking day

Niggas getting whacked for talking watch what you say

Niggas rats they be talking working with the state

Niggas flakes so you better watch out for the snakes

Play it safe this a 50 not a 38

Broski got a new pump and he ain't kinda fake

Say he gotta charge shit gone get done today

I said it is what it is no matter what it is

Nigga get it how you live fuck how they feel

Tell me what's the deal tell me what is real

Really get killed bout that dollar bill

Soulja Livin' Tru nigga really in the field

Long record but I never got a record deal

Ask about me I be really in the jects for real

Or on the beach serving molly out of Chesterfield

Draco on me Cuban link around my neck for real

Still in these streets but I'm really worth a check for real

I got gas, I got mollies, I got 833's

Behind these tints clutching this 30 in the APT's

Fuck a bank I keep my money in the shoebox

A nigga try to run up I'ma kill him just like Guwop

Solo keep it on him he'll smoke you just like moon rocks

Riding through my city trying to put out on a new spot

Bitch real as most of you niggas bought her a new Glock

Lil' Ty he been down for 4 years and caught a new charge

My main man hit my phone from the feds

Say yo nigga ratted on him and he wanted him dead

Having Lamborghini dreams shit I want it in red

All these VVS's on me shit I wanted baguettes

Hollered at my lil' zoes and they gave me the jwett

Before I hit the Louis store I went and paid my connect

I been crossed too many times why I stay by myself

You say you triggered in them bushes don't lay by yourself

Learned the game at an early age I can't tell on myself

Them crackers hot I'm still open I'll sell it myself

From uptown to overtown hit my celly I'm there

Even if you out of town shit get mailed to your steps

I'm still hustling them crackers

Try to stick me with them substances

Thousand dollar bun from a hundred dollar customer

Hustling crackers pull me over shit I'm running them

Riding with a cutie plus a nigga got my gun in here

You know a nigga getting slid I'm in that bonneville

My lil' homie beat a body only done a year

Even if we squash the beef I'ma done him still

Buying guns and ammunition cause the summer here

Tell me what's the deal tell me what is real

Nigga really get killed bout them dollar bills

I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru really in the field

Long record but I never got a record deal