Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Spot, artist - D-LoDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Spot |
| I think he died on a Monday |
| Ay, niggas be |
| D-Lo, look |
| Bitches be stalking, I’m still here, what I’ma leave for? |
| My brother sell more weed than a green |
| Sacramento, fuckin' with a |
| When the pigs caught me with a Glock, I was like «It's over» |
| I’ma pimp, pay for some pussy? |
| That’s miscellaneous |
| None of my niggas died at our hood store 'cause we the shadiest |
| Brim used to tax us for the Gerber’s on a Sunday |
| Sucker got hit, I think he died on a Monday |
| Fred Durst, bitch, I’m limpin', get hit wit' Bizkit |
| It really hurt niggas feelings, snatchin' their bitches |
| Disrespect me and get hit with .40 like you ain’t know me |
| In all black like I’m Luke but I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, ay |
| She got a job but sell pussy on the side, ay |
| Ask her how much money she got now, I bet she lie, ay |
| Baby cocked, 19 with her own spot |
| Turned it to a trap spot |
| Got it out a crack pot, ay |
| Got it outta, got it outta trap spot |
| Got it outta asshole |
| Got it off a crack pot, ay |
| Got it outta, got it outta the mud, man |
| She got it off the curb and she got it out the club like, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| I got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| I got, fuck the got a body |
| Like Eazy had it, let me run baby |
| straight, hit a nigga and get violated |
| Can’t player hate on me, know my city full of the nino’s |
| Catch me walkin' down the street with this heat, it’s like The Beatles (Brrrrt, |
| bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) |
| Got it, bitch I got it out the mud |
| Bitch, I got it with my thugs |
| I ain’t had to sell drugs |
| They hot, you know who we |
| Hey baby, I’m the King |
| I’ma pump wit' it |
| Bitch, I got it, got it |
| Yeah, know that I’m 'bout it, bout it |
| D-Lo got it, got it |
| Yeah, know that we got some bodies |
| Got it outta, got it outta trap spot |
| Got it outta asshole |
| Got it off a crack pot, ay |
| Got it outta, got it outta the mud, man |
| She got it off the curb and she got it out the club like, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| I got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| Yeah |
| I got it out the, got it out the grind house |
| You ain’t really 'bout what you hollerin', let me find out |
| I got it off a AP 'fore it died out (Uh huh) |
| Then I made a hundred thou' outside of mom’s house |
| I got it out the, got it out the booby trap |
| Nigga put a pack in yo' hand, what you gon' do wit' that? |
| If I ever put you on, ain’t gotta shoot it back |
| I just wanna see my ball, I’m bool wit' that |
| Better rack, shoot a rack, 10 to 4 |
| Drive 50 on the low, know it 50 more |
| How you sellin' coochie but you bitches broke? |
| Maserla felons, the only reason that |
| Got it outta, got it outta trap spot |
| Got it outta asshole |
| Got it off a crack pot, ay |
| Got it outta, got it outta the mud, man |
| She got it off the curb and she got it out the club like, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| I got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| Frank Lucas, it’s 40 sick and spittin' mucas (Spittin' mucas) |
| Sell your gun bitch, you scared, you ain’t usin' it (Haha) |
| Came with a condom, she too wet, I ain’t using it (I ain’t) |
| God blessed me with some good dick, I be abusin' shit (Sheesh) |
| Got it outta, got it outta |
| Got it out the hoe, 30 bands, it’s only day two, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| (We have to yell «Drama» when the police hit the dough spot, ay) |
| Fuck the haves, I represent for the have-nots |
| Ridin' wit' a Draco, this bitch won’t fit in the stash spot |
| Used to sell dope on a scooter, thought I was Larry Hoover |
| You ain’t seen a shooter 'til you see a shooter murk a shooter, ay |
| That ain’t your gun, that’s your big homie’s |
| I can still do my dance wit' my stick on me |
| I can’t never fuck wit' no scary ass niggas in my life |
| You niggas weren’t hard to find dawg |
| Got it outta, got it outta trap spot |
| Got it outta asshole |
| Got it off a crack pot, ay |
| Got it outta, got it outta the mud, man |
| She got it off the curb and she got it out the club like, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot, ay |
| Got it out the, got it out the trap spot |
| I got it out the, got it out the trap spot |