歌词
T-R-A-P-S-T-R
Young **** pulled through the hood, said, 'Figga, call'
Ever since the kid know I was goin' far
Nothin' 'bout her, ****
I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-R
I'm that young **** pullin' through the hood, six foot of car
Ever since a kid know I was goin' far
Like that boy Prescott represent that star
Triple D, **** do it for the town
Took a trip, ain't make it back, lost a whole lot of pounds
When you back against the wall, I’ll see who really down
Sixty-five thousand, forty watts, no time to play around
**** Southdella, **** gotta represent
Hopped out, fended down, cost a **** rent
Bottles ain't clean, ride through the city, no tint
Hundred more came in, know they all win
Deep boy, fresh pockets full, know she love that
You ain't seen though, I'm out of town, where the plug at?
Got you the shirt off my back, where the love at?
Phone ringin' same time, know I love that shit
I just caught another case, caught me with the punks
They'll say the same thing, hit broke, say I'm comin' back
Real **** stand on something, how you gon' see me with it?
Still the same, never change, pockets ahead, lean
I'm the real thing, other **** imposters
Stay down, eatin' noodles, ain't no steak and lobster
Young boss, ****
It's that time of the year, sit back, see all the property
T-R-A-P-S-T-R
I'm that young **** pulled through the hood, six-figure car
Ever since a kid know I was goin' for 'em
Like that boy Prescott represent that star
Triple D, ****, do it for the ten
Took a trip, ain't make it back, lost a whole lot of pounds
When you back against the wall, I'ma see who really down
65,000 for the watch, no time to play around
Got my hands on everything, no time to play around
Twenty-four hours in a day, I'm workin' all around
Gotta make sure bro eat 'cause my **** ready to take some down
Fuck crashin' out, feel good, pull up in a round
I ain't got a set name, real **** hit me in the jam
Price goin' up, it ain't comin' down
I'm the one that took that risk, traffic and pounds
Trap star, all I know, forty-four, eight grams
Bro, no, I ain't trippin' 'bout no profit, I'll bust it down
Wanna see my **** happy, see him take it up his damn
Know this money comin' gold, ****, this shit all around
Trapped, ****, white tee with the ton of brown
Face time with QC, say they like my sound
Best quality and price, ****, that's the town
**** cock it, decline though, I ain't bustin' down
Clientele lined up, finna go make some rounds, ****
Written by: Armondo Griffin
