Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cootie
Cootie
Vocals
BiC Fizzle
BiC Fizzle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Flores
Antonio Flores
Songwriter
Jeremiah Northern
Jeremiah Northern
Songwriter
Randarius caruthers
Randarius caruthers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Yob
Yob
Producer
Yo Bitch
Yo Bitch
Producer

Songtexte

(Oh, Yo Bitch was on this one)
Pimpin' ain't easy
Trappin' ain't dead (Uh, uh, uh)
Pimpin' ain't easy, uh, uh, trappin' ain't dead (Trappin' ain't dead)
Get it rich or die tryin' like 50 (Like 50), that's why I keep one in the head (That's why I keep one in the head)
Sippin' on Wock', countin' this bread (Wock')
Told her she bad, wantin' spread her legs (Got her wantin' spread her legs)
You want a body, your cake gettin' baked (Gettin' baked)
Don't think twice, you'll lose your head, uh
Uh, uh, trappin' ain't dead, **** (Ain't dead), and pimpin' ain't easy (And pimpin' ain't—)
Get rich or die tryin' like 50 (Like—)
Why I keep one in the top my semis
Spin back around, go 'til you dizzy
First one lack get hit with a sixty
Stop right here, don't panic (Don't panic)
Jump out on feet, I ain't droppin' a penny
XP loud, stop talkin' a lot
I'm always boilin' the pot (I'm always boilin' the—)
Take a bunk with a lock in my socks (With a lock in my—)
Hell nah, ain't see what I saw (Hell nah, ain't see what I—)
He a slime, I'm throwin' a cross (A cross)
She ain't mines, I hit her and tossed (I hit her and tossed)
He hit, I seen him fall (I seen him fall)
G shit, I'm him, not y'all (I'm him, not y'all)
Trappin' ain't dead, these **** just talkin' a lot (Just talkin' a lot)
Late night, me and Fivi walkin' the block (Walkin' the block)
No sleep, I ain't even been watchin' the clock (I ain't even been—)
Ain't doin' no lyin', I'm keepin' it raw (I'm keepin' it raw)
We pullin' up quick, might shoot out the car (Might shoot out—)
Hit a right, get on feet, thirty seconds they pop (Thirty sec)
Put a cap on that boy, I don't know, hear me out (Uh)
He talkin' too much, **** blowin' my high (Blowin' my—)
Uh, pimpin' ain't easy, uh, uh, trappin' ain't dead (Trappin' ain't dead)
Get it rich or die tryin' like 50 (Like 50), that's why I keep one in the head (That's why I keep one in the head)
Sippin' on Wock', countin' this bread (Wock')
Told her she bad, wantin' spread her legs (Got her wantin' spread her legs)
You want a body, your cake gettin' baked (Gettin' baked)
Don't think twice, you'll lose your head, uh
I'm money-spreadin' down my arm and legs, this bad bitch with me like havin' sex (I love it)
This shit on my neck cost an arm and leg, I came from shit, I gotta flex
Youngin diss and I smoke like, "Fuck ****, catch"
Your ass better duck if you choke on this shit (Ooh)
I make your main bitch throw up the, uh, tool I'm ridin' with me never switch (Tool)
Trappin' ain't dead, these **** just scared
Pop out with somethin' big, put one in the head (Boom)
I ain't gotta do much, she gon' open her legs
I'm RTN, my trap never dead (Never)
Got a cup full of meds, I'm higher than Craig
They playin' it foul, I'm throwin' a TEC (Throwin')
Ain't showin' my hand, I'm workin' the decks
Still move my pack, boy, trappin' ain't dead, ****
Pimpin' ain't easy, uh, uh, trappin' ain't dead (Trappin' ain't dead)
Get it rich or die tryin' like 50 (Like 50), that's why I keep one in the head (That's why I keep one in the head)
Sippin' on Wock', countin' this bread (Wock')
Told her she bad, wantin' spread her legs (Got her wantin' spread her legs)
You want a body, your cake gettin' baked (Gettin' baked)
Don't think twice, you'll lose your head, uh, uh
Written by: Antonio Flores, Jeremiah Northern, Randarius caruthers
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