Trap Show Lyrics

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This the Trap Show

Nigga you could sit back

If a nigga need gas

Nigga you could hit Dapp

Gotta hustle for the cake

Know that that's big facts

Da back and forth won't do it

That's chit chat

I get a call

Get the box

That's big guap

Everything is drip

Even down to the flip flops

I ball too hard

You can't match

Issa mismatch

If I need gang

Imma hit em' on the dispatch

Nigga need work

Let me go and get the scale b

Four pockets full

I be trapping like I Baby

Who you say you is?

I ain't used to that name b

Nigga got sacked for a pack

And he blamed me

The Youngin need drop

They keep saying that he past due

Feds on the routine check tryn pass through

I be pushing loud

but the homie selling dog food

If you get the gas and I don't

Imma call you

Just hit the road

Now it's time to hit the shower

I get love in my city

I'm like 50 I got power

Gotta make a play

Just give me boutta hour

I leave come back

Money long like a tower

Trap baby

Who da nigga is?

That's trap baby

I be spending too much time

In the trap lately

These bags steady going like hot cakes b

Yow aye

Bounce back king

Mehn I good for a comeback

The youngin done drop

Everybody saying run that

Dramaz bring the static

And the youngin bring the thunder

I keep me a wand

If a nigga ever wonder

Just hit bro and the trap ain't making

Trap boy lit

I gon' get that fuck shaking

LA Fitness

How I playing with the weight bitch

She fucking on the first night

Cause I don't go on dates bitch

This the Trap Show

Nigga you could sit back

If a nigga need gas

Nigga you could hit Dapp

Gotta hustle for the cake

Know that that's big facts

Da back and forth

Won't do it

That's chit chat

I get a call

Get the box

That's big guap

Everything is drip

Even down to the flip flops

I ball too hard

You can't match

Issa mismatch

If I need gang

Imma hit em' on the dispatch

Everyday a grind

Only right you go and make something

If a nigga down

I might fuck around and take something

It got dice in deh hood

I might fuck around and shake something

The glizzy by my waist

I might fuck around and bake something

Nice smell nice shape

You know da gas pretty

I get stupid in da trap

They say the kid going silly

The Youngin on the way

But I listening to Flizzy

And all you see is fours

When you motherfucking see me

This the trap show

Nigga you could sit back

If a nigga need gas

Nigga you could hit Dapp

Gotta hustle for the cake

Know that that's big facts

Da back and forth

Won't do it

That's chit chat

I get a call

Get the box

That's big guap

Everything is drip

Even down to the flip flops

I ball too hard

You can't match

Issa mismatch

If I need gang

Imma hit em' on the dispatch