Lyrics Trap Do - 9lokkNine, Rich The Kid

Trap Do

Walkin' 'round on my in my Duffy
Pull up on a nigga on a motherfucking Huffy
Ha, ayy, keep that
Bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow
We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?
Ps go for six, zips go for two
Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you
30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too
Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em
He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas
He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em
Small force show a shooter how to play center
I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner
Smoke getting to his lungs, don’t want no cancer with him
And I’m condemning all that ho shit 'cause I’m a nigga
Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble
Finna buff, I got bottle, we gon' bust somethin'
That ain’t fifty out that Glizzy that’s a whole hunnid
My lil' round, poppin' rounds, he do no clutchin'
He got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it
We gon' keep this shit straight like I’m goin' forward
My niggas don’t do snitchin' or no awards
Pistol grippin', he a felon, showin' no remorse
I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brute force
A nigga said Lil' Nine snitchin', whose the source?
Trey, Trey, Scottie Pippen when I do tour
I matured, I remember I was immature
Rich nigga, I remember I was fuckin' poor
We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?
(What it do)
Ps go for six, zips go for two
Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you (Come here)
30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too
Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em
He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas
He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em (Come here)
Small force show a shooter how to play center
I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner
Smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him
And I’m condemning all that ho shit 'cause I’m a nigga
Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble
I’ma show you what that trap do (Trap do)
Finesse a nigga, hit 'em with that rabbit food (Rabbit food)
I run the M’s up and they ain’t have a clue (They ain’t have a clue)
I told my bitch I fucked her, she want fuck her too (She want fuck her too)
My young nigga pull up, let the choppa loose (Blatt)
But they ain’t even catch 'em, they ain’t have the proof (They ain’t have the
proof)
Ain’t no playin' with my grandma, she know voodoo (She know voodoo)
I’m still walkin' with a stick, the boss might shoot you
Ps go for ten and zips go for three
I’m the fuckin' C.E.O., so you can talk to me (Speak up nigga)
I can take yo check 'cause he ain’t got it right (Got it right)
Yeah, you got the green but you ain’t got the white
We could talk numbers, what yo trap do?
Ps go for six, zips go for two
Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you
30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too
Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em
He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas
He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em
Small force show a shooter how to play center
I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner
Smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him
And I’m condemning all that ho shit 'cause I’m a nigga
Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble