Lyrics Young Niggas Trappin - AK47

Young Niggas Trappin - AK47
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Date of issue: 14.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

Young Niggas Trappin

Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways
Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day
Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play
Served a hundred J’s, and I’m out the trap house
Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways
Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin
nigga smoke is shit
Yeah that bullshit
OG cookies, nigga and a backwood
Hit the block,
Nigga we gon smoke his ass
Like a swisher nigga,
Don’t try to cop an AMG,
You know how I’m coming
You know how I want it
I’m in the trap in the hallways counting
It’s Glo Gang summer
I think it’s squad summer
Niggas steady hate on us, cause we doing numbers
A hundred fifty thou
In them blue bucks
I’m in a blue
spent a couple thou
this is not no
You a fucking you a fucking cookie
If you was posted on the block, I’ll take your cookies
Nigga that’s what it is
Run up in the trap, tell a nigga give it up
with the motherfucking
I ain’t miss a nigga, Imma hit him in his shit
talking shit
fucked your main bitch
Passed to Tadoe, fucked the gang bitch
Know how we coming
Know how we bumming
Big big know how we rocking
Big bitch, shit
Hundreds all on us, undreds
Riding in the summer
Riding on them hummers
Riding in a jeap,
Know we doing numbers
Knowing that we touring
Knowing that we
Kowing that we rocking
Knowing rocking
And we keep Glocks, so this nigga
Shoot him in his neck, now shoot him in his face
We don’t give a fuck, nigga get erased
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways
Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day
Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play
Served a hundred J’s, and I’m out the trap house
Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways
Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin
If we talking racks, ten in my pocket right now
30 on my hip, rest in peace Big Glo
I’m that nigga in my section, yeah I get it poppin
Everytime I cop a new whip, bitches panties droppin
I had a 650, and I had a trap
We talking Coupe shit, rest in peace
When the Glock speak, yeah
Aired his ass out he was an easy target
We all in money, yeah we gloed up
Everytime I you know we pouring 4's up
We keep it lit, from the Bay to L. A
Big uzi in the stash, back seat is the K
We keep it lit, for that nigga
40 on my hip I keep it on me
When it get to boppin, niggas better pick sides
Mr. Nice Guy
Eh Mr. Nice Guy
Nigga the Wraith doors suicide
Slide down my block, that’s suicide
Nigga won’t make it through the night
I’m in with
Off the syrup, fucking caught a body
Sem City Ice City
The K hold a hundred fifty
The IA cost a hundred fifty
All this ice cost a hundred fifty
Rest in peace to Big Glo
Eh rest in peace to Capo
Rest in peace to
Got your main bitch choosing
I’m freestyling in the booth bitch
I heard them niggas got loose lips
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways
Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day
Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play
Served a hundred J’s, and I’m out the trap house
Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways
Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways
Young nigga trappin
Young nigga trappin

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Artist lyrics: AK47