Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Came from the Trap , by - Frankie DechiazzaRelease date: 24.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Came from the Trap |
| Let me tell you a story about a man like me |
| Came from out of town and the history |
| Used to be a dope boy movin' the Ps |
| Until we saw the light and started movin' the beats |
| I came from the trap |
| I came from the trap house, where there’s no turning back |
| Yeah, I came from that |
| I came from the trap |
| I came from the trap house |
| 'cause I came from the trap house |
| Yeah, I came from the trap and I’m nervous in traffic |
| You could smell the cookie pack all the way through the plastic |
| And the smoke is not average, it got 'em on the couch, yeah |
| I’m fuckin' loaded, countin' money in a drought |
| When I pull up in the drop, yeah, these pretty bitches stare |
| Ran the game for 20 years, they try to tell me it ain’t fair |
| I got diamonds in my ear, yeah, diamonds in my handgun |
| I’ll be waitin' for the work until the black vans come |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Doesn’t want me no more |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Throw me down the front door |
| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah |
| Now there’s blood on the floor |
| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause my love is no more |
| You don’t wanna tap |
| Everything I spit, real like no cap |
| And I made a whole lotta hunnids out the trap |
| Grindin' real hard to put my city on the map |
| Sippin' on lean, hope I don’t relapse |
| I had to go get it, I stated a mission |
| If he want that beef, I’ma aim at his fitted |
| I’m grippin' the pistols, my end game official, oh-oh |
| Kickin' in doors, oh-oh |
| We would sell out that door |
| Every day clutchin' poles |
| Gotta get a big bankroll |
| Everybody know I’m, no-oh |
| All I know, ooh, oh-oh |
| All I know, all I know, all I know, ooh, oh-oh |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Doesn’t want me no more |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Throw me down the front door |
| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah |
| Now there’s blood on the floor |
| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause my love is no more |
| Some guys don’t change but I don’t give a damn |
| Put some money on his head, gotta get a new chain |
| I’ma bust his brain while I’m grippin' on the flame |
| B-Ballin' so hard, call me LeBron James |
| I don’t really give a fuck, livin' life like a thug |
| Gotta keep the pistol tucked like I’m tryna go up |
| Grippin' on the steel, I’ma shoot to kill |
| Everything I speak, swear to God is real |
| Man, I’m really in the bill, I be poppin' these pills |
| Sippin' on lean, I’ma pump it out a seal |
| G-Grindin' so hard, I gotta pay my momma bills |
| They been hatin' ever since a young nigga got a deal |
| Niggas cap, they ain’t really outchea thuggin' in the field |
| Swear to God I’ll never rob, never steal |
| Been the same ass nigga ever since I was little |
| Ever-ever-ever since I was little |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Doesn’t want me no more |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Throw me down the front door |
| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah |
| Now there’s blood on the floor |
| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause my love is no more |
| Sleepin' on couches, delivering ounces |
| Every time I speak it’s a really big announcement |
| Look at the app seein' if it’s arrived soon |
| 'Til you got the pack, you ain’t got your mind cool |
| Where is it at? |
| I thought it arrived soon |
| Pray and relax, it’s what I always do |
| Is it always delivered? |
| Isn’t that true? |
| Praise to the most high, it’s all you gotta do |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Doesn’t want me no more |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Throw me down the front door |
| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah |
| Now there’s blood on the floor |
| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause my love is no more |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Doesn’t want me no more |
| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Throw me down the front door |
| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah |
| Now there’s blood on the floor |
| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause my love is no more |