Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Do , by - 9lokkNine. Song from the album Mind Of Destruction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AFNF
Song language: English
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 |