Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Life, artist - Lil Mexico. Album song Trench Baby 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MMO
Song language: English
Trap Life |
Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga |
Yung Lan on the track |
Ain’t no cap |
Stuck in the streets, find a way and make it happen |
Really came up on the block, I was in the hood trappin', ain’t no cappin' |
Got some money, now they say a nigga active, started stackin' |
I remember I was broke and they was laughin', they was laughin' |
I was servin', makin' money for the rent |
Really came up out that gutter, I ain’t never had shit |
I was watching mama struggle so I started selling nicks |
Started stacking up the profit and I flipped it to a brick |
Made a name in the streets, feel like Money Making Mitch |
Gotta watch who I be serving 'cause these niggas like to snitch |
Remember back when I was hurting, now I’m balling like a bitch |
Same ones used to curve me, they be all up on my dick |
I’m a trapstar, baby, makin' big shit happen |
And I know these niggas hatin' 'cause I’m livin' what they rappin' |
All this money I been makin', went and blew that shit on fashion |
Worked too hard for you to take it, try and rob, my pistol clappin', yeah |
Stuck in the streets, find a way and make it happen |
Really came up on the block, I was in the hood trappin', ain’t no cappin' |
Got some money, now they say a nigga active, started stackin' |
I remember I was broke and they was laughin', they was laughin' |
I was servin', makin' money for the rent |
Really came up out that gutter, I ain’t never had shit |
I was watching mama struggle so I started selling nicks |
Started stacking up the profit and I flipped it to a brick |
Started stacking up the profit, then I flipped it to a brick |
That money flowin' like a faucet, now my pockets gettin' thick |
Put them drugs on the market, then I split it with the clique |
Keep a pistol in my pocket, you won’t play me like a bitch |
Might just cash out on my wrist and buy a brand new timepiece |
Still in first place, niggas hate, but they behind me |
The hottest in the streets, now the labels want to sign me |
I know they giving tips, pray the feds don’t find me |
Gotta speak the truth and I’ll never tell a lie |
I been feelin' like I’m Jeezy 'cause I’m trapping 'til I die |
Them used to be my niggas but I had to tell 'em bye |
Hatin' on me 'cause I’m winning, I just wanna know why |
Stuck in the streets, find a way and make it happen |
Really came up on the block, I was in the hood trappin', ain’t no cappin' |
Got some money, now they say a nigga active, started stackin' |
I remember I was broke and they was laughin', they was laughin' |
I was servin', makin' money for the rent |
Really came up out that gutter, I ain’t never had shit |
I was watching mama struggle so I started selling nicks |
Started stacking up the profit and I flipped it to a brick |