Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Shit , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Shit |
| Trap shit |
| Trap shit (Huh) |
| Trap shit |
| Trap shit |
| Sellin' Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha |
| Gucci poppin' P’s like Georgia just made it legal (Wow) |
| Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin') |
| Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (Phew) |
| All-gold rocket, the socket matchin' my Foamposite |
| You’s a nobody, she goin', she fuck with everybody (Go) |
| Lil' 'Crest boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body? |
| Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody |
| At Club Crucial, these hood bitches, they love Crucial (Wow) |
| That’s my young shooter, recruit him to send some slugs through you |
| We search 'em 'fore they come in the trap, might have a bug on 'em (Huh?) |
| He’s a walking dead man, don’t know it, he got a dub on him (Yeah) |
| Beat him with a bat, then fuck it, pour kerosene on him |
| Everybody searchin' for holmes, but we ain’t seen homie |
| Chainsaw massacre, call 1017 on 'em |
| Make it look drug-related, man, pour some lean on him |
| Everything I rap 'bout official, I’m from the streets, bitch (Street) |
| Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain’t no sweet lick (Sweet) |
| 'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (This a Patek, bitch) |
| All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (They all on fleek, bitch) |
| All my bitches wearin' designer, I don’t want no cheap bitch (I don’t want no |
| cheap bitch) |
| Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (On the front seat, |
| bitch) |
| Trap shit, niggas know I’m 'bout it (Wow) |
| Trap shit, niggas know I’m 'bout it (Yeah) |
| Fifty racks cash on me, that’s just today’s profit (Today's profit) |
| 4 Pockets Full, lil' bitch, I ain’t got no damn wallet (I ain’t got no wallet) |
| Fuck around and got in the game, I got the streets poppin' (I got 'em poppin') |
| Pussy niggas tellin' on me, I know the feds watchin' (I know they watchin') |
| How the hell he gettin' this money? |
| I keep on buyin' watches |
| Jackboys thinkin' I’m sweet, I keep on buyin' choppers |
| Lock me up, I’m gettin' out tomorrow, I think I’m El Chapo |
| Bricks came 1017, I got some damn extras |
| Flexin' on these niggas on purpose, check out this damn necklace |
| Dropped eighty racks on a Charger, next day, I damn wrecked it (Skrrt) |
| Pull up with them sticks like the army, they say we young veterans |
| They won’t pull up in them apartments, they say we too treacherous |
| Everything I rap 'bout official, I’m from the streets, bitch (Street) |
| Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain’t no sweet lick (Sweet) |
| 'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (This a Patek, bitch) |
| All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (They all on fleek, bitch) |
| All my bitches wearin' designer, I don’t want no cheap bitch (I don’t want no |
| cheap bitch) |
| Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (On the front seat, |
| bitch) |
| Trap shit, niggas know I’m 'bout it (Wow) |
| Trap shit, niggas know I’m 'bout it (Yeah) |