Lyrics Trap With No Strap - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Trap With No Strap

What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young niggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back
Call up the plug for the sack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don’t trap with no strap
What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young niggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back
Call up the plug for the sack
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don’t trap with no strap
Hanging with junkies, I was breaking down the trap
Trapping millions of dollars like money man Webber
My ese no Griselda he send me the umbrellas
Them chickens, I bust a bag, I fucking bust them down
Gold in the clip with my metal
I keep a fifty on me longway nigga
I trap with a strapped up .30
When you close your eyes
Trapp with no strap, had to teach you a lesson
I keep the stitches on my Smith & Wesson
Answer my door with the pump
Got a hundred round cover on my Tec like I’m playing Tekken
What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you second guessing?
Fuck the police, dont play with me nigga keep it with me
.40 kept me without it
And no pussy niggas often had a
What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young niggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back
up for the
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don’t trap with no strap
What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young niggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back
up for the
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don’t trap with no strap
Don’t come to the plug when they calling your bluff
Young nigga run, I don’t give a fuck
With that chopper, I’m ready to shoot out
All I’m gonna tell you is, «Hurry up, get it up»
I got junkies that’s robbing for dust
Trap with a strap is a must
I trapped on these niggas, fuck with me
But I gotta keep it, just to remind you I’ll really with it
Don’t trap with the strap at no bus
Just trap with the strap at the gumps
Had to stop by McAfee and say
Had to drop off the sack to my brothers
I just chill
Stealing had other people
Nigga, they shooting on these corners .38
On Candler Road when I trap out the pump
What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young niggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back
up for the
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don’t trap with no strap
What the fuck was you thinking?
Why you do that?
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
The young niggas run up, they taking they pack
Come to the hood, try to trap with no strap
They sending them through the front and the back
up for the
I was only fifteen, 50 rounds on the Mac
First rule I learned: don’t trap with no strap