Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quit Trappin, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Song language: English
Quit Trappin |
| Helluva made this beat, baby |
| True story |
| Based on true events |
| I was like thirteen (Young), saw my uncle trappin' (Unc') |
| Pulled him to the side, told him, «Show me how to bag it» (How you do that?) |
| He like, «When you get that money, nigga, stack it» (For lawyers and shit) |
| He gave me that bag, I jumped in traffic |
| And my grandma like, «Quit runnin' out my house, lil' boy, you in or out? |
| «(Close the door) |
| I pulled out them racks, give her a stack, after that I ain’t hear her mouth |
| (Here, granny) |
| Granddad wasn’t fuckin' with it, I’m like, «Granddad, hear me out (Man) |
| Ain’t nobody gon' give us shit (They ain’t) |
| Go on 'head, let me get this shit» (Let me get it) |
| He like, «Fuckin' with your uncle gon' get you in trouble» (No) |
| I’m like, «Fuckin' with my uncle gon' make this shit double» (Get money) |
| I got clientele that stretch from Southfield down to Hudson (I'm on) |
| I’m young, but ain’t nobody gon' take nothin', I got muscle (They gon' die) |
| Come in short or tryna cop on credit, that shit dead (That's over) |
| You can’t show no weakness in these streets, go bust his head (Go kill 'em) |
| Way before they came out with the kush I had the regs (The corns) |
| Come and get a pound off the bale, bring a band, ayy (Pull up, nigga) |
| Had to throw it runnin' from the cops, I need another Glock (Damn) |
| Answerin' my phone, not sayin', «Hello», I’m sayin', «How much you got? |
| «(How much you got, bro?) |
| Callin' my lil' plug, goin' off, like, «Where the fuck you at? |
| (Man) |
| That work that I just got ain’t jumpin' back, I need my money back» |
| (I'm 'bout to pull up) |
| I was on the block, bitch, trappin' with my pistol (Trappin') |
| Wasn’t goin' to school, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, I’m trappin') |
| Wasn’t fuckin' with hoes, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, |
| I’m trappin') |
| The whole hood know that I was trappin' with my pistol (I'm out here) |
| Watchin' Fresh Prince, I need a crib like Uncle Phil (I need it) |
| Feds came and kicked my granny door, it’s gettin' real (Buck) |
| My pops came and got me, he like, «Nigga, you a kid, be a kid» |
| And that’s exactly what I did, I just quit trappin' |