Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap On The Beat , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Release date: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap On The Beat |
| Real champ shit |
| Pablo created this motherfucker |
| Brand new 'vette, Lil Uzi Vert |
| Worried about no nigga, I’m shooting first |
| Came from the bottom, the mud, the dirt |
| Niggas start hatin' it came with the turf |
| Ain’t never worked but the shit still work |
| I need a cane I’m on lean and percs |
| All of these diamonds I think I could surf |
| Yeah, I think I could surf |
| I’m on the xans and I still ain’t sleep |
| Pop me an X I like running on E |
| Can’t gas me up I ain’t smokin' OG |
| Dark tinted lenses I barely could see |
| Wolf in the hood I ain’t never been a sheep |
| Real street nigga I trap on the beat |
| Thought it was sweet 'til the day that we meet |
| Look at my eyes, they know that I’m geeked |
| Pop me and addy, I’m focused |
| They drop an addy on the opp we gon' blow it |
| And I’ve been geekin' on drugs, they know it |
| We in the lobby they know that we loaded, yeah |
| Never look back I move forward |
| Used to have to trap in that Ford, yeah |
| Duckin' that 12, we was clutchin' them pistols when we hear a knock on the door, |
| yeah |
| Stack it up, I need some more |
| We shoot them back, we don’t hit the floor |
| Thankin' the lord I got Christian galore |
| I hit the booth every time I get bored |
| All this water like the New Jersey shore |
| Bad bitch, she don’t know she a whore |
| But I fucked her on the couch and the floor |
| Callin' me when she gets off of work |
| I ain’t had a job I still got that work |
| Plug in Cali' throw the pack like Nerf |
| Touchdown, she gon' dance, make her twerk |
| Hit from the back, pussy juice on my shirt |
| Know that I’m geeked up, I’m still on alert |
| Pills in my body and I ain’t no nerd |
| She ride that dick and you know that I swerve |
| Bitch roll the weed and don’t get on my nerves |
| Brand new 'vette, Lil Uzi Vert |
| Worried about no nigga, I’m shooting first |
| Came from the bottom, the mud, the dirt |
| Niggas start hatin' it came with the turf |
| Ain’t never worked but the shit still work |
| I need a cane I’m on lean and percs |
| All of these diamonds I think I could surf |
| Yeah, I think I could surf |
| I’m on the xans and I still ain’t sleep |
| Pop me an X I like running on E |
| Can’t gas me up I ain’t smokin' OG |
| Dark tinted lenses I barely could see |
| Wolf in the hood I ain’t never been a sheep |
| Real street nigga I trap on the beat |
| Thought it was sweet 'til the day that we meet |
| Look at my eyes, they know that I’m geeked |