Lyrics

Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company Baby, I'm a killer, so I always keep a gun with me Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company I just want a mansion, I just wanna live life comfortably My shooters gun for me, your shooters run from me There ain't no touchin' me, I'm living luxury Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company I just want a mansion, I just wanna live life comfortably My shooters gun for me, your shooters run from me There ain't no touchin' me, I'm living luxury There ain't no touchin' me, my glizzy switching Redrum on my mind, bitch, I'm never missing And that's murder, I keep a burner Tunnel vision on a million, I'm just tryna turn up We in the party and we lockin' off a section We ain't stressing 'cause we always get the Tec in Money boppin' with my finger on my wеapon Shawty got them Twitter fingers, so shе always texting Baby girl, yeah, you know I keep a pole with me (Yeah) Know you mad 'cause you can't get ahold of me Hope you know there ain't no controllin' me Fuck the feds, 'cause there ain't no holdin' me (No) I am who I'm supposed to be Stay back, ain't no approaching me On clutch if you tryna get close to me Headshots if you thinkin' 'bout smokin' me Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company I just want a mansion, I just wanna live life comfortably My shooters gun for me, your shooters run from me There ain't no touchin' me, I'm living luxury Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company I just want a mansion, I just wanna live life comfortably My shooters gun for me, your shooters run from me There ain't no touchin' me, I'm living luxury Says she want a nigga who got bands I said, "I want a milly, I don't wanna hold your hand" If a nigga talkin' crazy, send him off to Neverland Man, these streets are getting crazy 'cause this beef will never end (Never end) I was shootin', I ain't never leave a witness I'ma keep on shootin' it until it get to clicking Bodies droppin' when my finger get to twitchin' Money front-flippin', I was trappin' out the kitchen Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company Baby, I'm a killer, so I always keep a gun with me Always wanna turn up, so she always having fun with me Circle full of shooters, so you know we with the fuckery Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company I just want a mansion, I just wanna live life comfortably My shooters gun for me, your shooters run from me There ain't no touchin' me, I'm living luxury Trappin' is my hobby, baby girl, don't want no company I just want a mansion, I just wanna live life comfortably My shooters gun for me, your shooters run from me There ain't no touchin' me, I'm living luxury Free the bros, man, you already know what time it is, man (Bap, bap, bap)
Writer(s): Eric Ren, Chaunjay Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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