Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song T.R.A.P. (Pack Gone) , by - Big Scoob. Song from the album Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.05.2018
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
T.R.A.P. (Pack Gone) |
| I’ma get it regardless |
| Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded |
| Look who does it the hardest |
| A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist |
| I make it look good when I do it |
| I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn |
| I’m a pusher so I move it, move it |
| Fuck with me, I get the pack gone |
| Fuck with your boy get the pack gone |
| Can’t keep up with the demand, get my trap on (my trap on) |
| Traffic and package no melon |
| My chrome’s on the trill, they got nothing to thrill on |
| I move with the night and my wife, get the hell on |
| Don’t leave too much for my neighbors to tell on |
| I face-to-face meet and I’m cool on them cellphones |
| You say Boogie got you |
| For what, bitch? |
| Your scale wrong |
| I been here before |
| Ask the tall and the cell wrong |
| They can’t tell me shit, ain’t no talking, the bell home |
| I know what it is, I signed up for this shit |
| I’m equipped with the gift and came up in the mix |
| It’s a bull-headed bitch but we joined at the hip |
| Man, she stay on the strip, acrobatically fit |
| Automatically shift, back-to-back for that fix |
| I’m a savage at this |
| For that cabbage we grit, bitch |
| I’ma get it regardless |
| Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded |
| Look who does it the hardest |
| A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist |
| I make it look good when I do it |
| I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn |
| I’m a pusher so I move it, move it |
| Fuck with me, I get the pack gone |
| Fuck with your boy, get the pack gone |
| If you need me quick, hit me up on that trap phone |
| Before I leave, I lace my boots, put my strap on |
| She ask who I’m with I said «Just me and 9's own» |
| Crooked’s main field, I’m your neighborhood pusher |
| I’m Scarface when you fucking with my sister |
| I wake up early morning just to hit the cook up |
| Then post up on the block and tell 'em all I got the hook-up |
| The way I move shit, I can’t help it, I’m gifted |
| I called you, didn’t pick up, it’s your fault you missed it |
| Got more serves, I’m gon' swerve, might hit the block when I come back |
| If you give me 'bout a nine dog I pull up with that get back |
| Don’t fuck with these rappers, I look up to street guys |
| Fuck all your features, blood, I got real street ties |
| If it make money, then you know I touched that |
| Big Fella gotta get a job, lookin' here, nigga, fuck that |
| I’ma get it regardless |
| Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded |
| Look who does it the hardest |
| A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist |
| I make it look good when I do it |
| I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn |
| I’m a pusher so I move it, move it |
| Fuck with me, I get the pack gone |
| Trap addict and back at it with bad habits |
| Gotta wrap it in hard plastic before you blast it |
| Problematic, I’m hog-hatted and never acted |
| And before I was rappin' I made that bag happen |
| For homies, they all know me, ain’t nothing phony |
| I be all on my lonely until there’s macaroni |
| I be all on my lonely I got that pack up on me |
| Now try running up on me and watch me you leave holy |
| West nigga, a fresh nigga with best buds |
| I pressed niggas and blessed niggas who spread love |
| They ain’t knowing what this trap game really 'bout |
| Running up another check, never running out |
| Jack city, with mack with me, we moving quickly |
| About a hundred-and-fifty I’m try’na move a city |
| Trap artists, the hardest, who try’na move it with me? |
| Cause I’ma get it regardless, it really ain’t no biggie |
| I’ma get it regardless |
| Wet weed, a cane, grit game retarded |
| Look who does it the hardest |
| A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist |
| I make it look good when I do it |
| I ain’t sleepin' 'til about dawn |
| I’m a pusher so I move it, move it |
| Fuck with me, I get the pack gone |