Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Do, artist - 9lokkNine. Album song Mind Of Destruction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |