The Coldest Trappa Lyrics

I been in the trap so long

This shit like a religion

School of hard knocks

Bitch I came up from the trenches

Hey

Hey

I been in the trap so long

This shit like a religion

Hundred grams laid out on

The stove top in the kitchen

School of hard knocks bitch

I came up from the trenches

My left hand on the Glock with

My trigger finger itching

Momma kicked me out so bitch

Its right back to the trap I go

Fucking with this work and telling

Fiends they need to grab and go

Young nigga whipping hard with

Hundreds in that book bag

Got it out the mud ain't

Nobody ever took that

You think that you got it you

Should see the way i'm tapping in

Fuck making a swipe its more money

When you trafficking

Hundreds on them Hundreds

Make them dollars move

You think your paper long as mine

Then you gone have to prove it

(Uh)

SD by my side you know

My nigga Walt with me

The Greatest of all time your goat

Cant even walk with me

We gone send them shots once we

Get the scoop

Your homies down to work for mine

So we gone get the truth

(Truth)

Im live from the trap this shit been

Jumping for bout three years

Still be in the trap even though I ain't

Supposed to be here

Stove top stepping like i'm pigeon toed

Whip the pot take off the top then

Let them pigeons go

(Wooo)

I been in the trap so long

No way that ima leave it

(Wooo)

Look me in my eyes and

Cut me open ima bleed it

(Wooo)

School of hard rocks

Learned the dope game

From my teachers

(Wooo)

Self made trapper bitch

You wanna leave then leave me

Got my momma scared she said

I need to leave that trap alone

(Wooo)

Told her that I tried but fiends

Keep hitting me on my trapping phone

(Wooo)

Breaking down this package got them

Wondering where that fix at

They done stole our uncle from us

Now we want our lick back