Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Life, artist - Bankroll Freddie.
Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Life |
And hunnids through like forty stacks |
To fix she get that forty back, she throw it slow, she shake it fast |
And I just brought them racks out in the club inside a paper bag (Loot) |
And I just left the lot, it somethin' stupid with a paper tag |
I’m steady runnin' red lights (Vroom) |
The blue police them fed lights |
The paramedic white and red, we got another dead body |
No VC, got a red eye, I’m trapped, I got the feds watchin' |
Them birds just took a bath, I’m 'bout to serve this shit to everybody |
Got twenty Glock with twelve Rifle, that twenty killer’s, twelve snipers |
Got fish scale just like Red Lobster |
My plug, he come from Yale College |
He graduated a smell dog, the veteran, he sell choppers (Boom) |
We never had a scale stop him, the mission is to sale product |
Say this that fast life (Woo, woo) |
Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night (I popped that last night) |
No, I can’t do your show unless your bag right (Woo, woo) |
This boy just bought an AP, this why you mad right? |
I ran this shit like track life (Trap, trap, trap), young niggas this that trap |
life (Woo, woo) |
Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night (I popped that last night) |
No, I can’t do your show unless your bag right (Woo, woo) |
This boy just bought an AP, this why you mad right? |
I ran this shit like track life (Trap, trap, trap), young niggas this that trap |
life |
If I ran this shit like trap life (Ran this shit like trap life) |
I’m the one that walk in with that AP, look like glass light (Yeah) |
He gon' send a brick, and I’ma send him back a flashlight (Woo) |
'Cause he gon' have to fish up in the swamp to get it back right |
Rich nigga, no tag pipes (Yeah) |
I’m too heavy, I brag like, I’ve been rollin' since last night, I’m geeked up |
that’s a bad sign |
Aye, Wafi spent the bag twice, I made that shit back last night |
You know that made them mad right? |
A quick hustle to fast life |
That 12K that my last problem (Right), a twenty ball that ask right (Right) |
That fifty more, that jag swipe |
I payed to get her ass right, she work to get her ass tight |
This ski mask was his last sight, we did numbers that last fight |
We never have a bad night |
Say this that fast life (Woo, woo) |
Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night (I popped that last night) |
No, I can’t do your show unless your bag right (Woo, woo) |
This boy just bought an AP, this why you mad right? |
I ran this shit like track life (Trap, trap, trap), young niggas this that trap |
life (Woo, woo) |
Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night (I popped that last night) |
No, I can’t do your show unless your bag right (Woo, woo) |
This boy just bought an AP, this why you mad right? |
I ran this shit like track life (Trap, trap, trap), young niggas this that trap |
life |
Can’t go inside the club unless they find you |
Know you heard about that lil' country nigga, boy don’t try him |
Drop a ten on him, get him gone, we ain’t about him |
Them roll him in the 'Wood, then spark him up, then we will fry him |
Really, really known about that trap life |
You do too much talkin', so I know you ain’t 'bout that life |
Well known trapper, they gon' say, «I got that sack right» |
Ran off on the plug, now my money tall as Zach height |
Livin' off them rackosen (Woo), still gon' get that package still |
You ain’t get away (Nah), he just got by, we still gon' wack him still |
Yeah, I’m a millionaire, but quick to get reactor still |
Die by my respect, you nigga play, we pop him like a pill |
Say this that fast life (Woo, woo) |
Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night (I popped that last night) |
No, I can’t do your show unless your bag right (Woo, woo) |
This boy just bought an AP, this why you mad right? |
I ran this shit like track life (Trap, trap, trap), young niggas this that trap |
life (Woo, woo) |
Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night (I popped that last night) |
No, I can’t do your show unless your bag right (Woo, woo) |
This boy just bought an AP, this why you mad right? |
I ran this shit like track life (Trap, trap, trap), young niggas this that trap |
life |