Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back on That Trap Shit, artist - Lotto SavageDate of issue: 30.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back on That Trap Shit |
| I just copped a Lam and a Rover |
| I just flooded my wrist with diamonds and gold |
| I just hit the kids and dropped a deuce |
| I just dropped a Percocet and Xan in my juice |
| I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit |
| Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit |
| I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit |
| Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit |
| Don slaughter |
| Yeah, yeah, back on that trap shit |
| Meet me when I rap shit |
| Fuck around and get clapped bitch |
| Yeah, ha ha, the trap house boomin' |
| J’s knocking at the door lookin' for the blow |
| Yeah we got it boomin' |
| We taking them packs and we bustin' them down |
| In the hood I’m the one with the pounds |
| Got weed, got molly, got soft, got hard |
| Got Percocet, lower, xans, and the bars |
| The trapper of the year, I won me a trophy |
| I got on four rings and I feel like I’m Kobe |
| Skrt, skrt, skrt skrt skrt skrt |
| I whip my shit up and it jump out the bowl |
| Use the eggbeater just to whip up the bowl |
| Don’t play ‘bout my money don’t play ‘bout my kids |
| We serve out the back, know we keep them extensions |
| We trappin', tryna turn a crumb to a milly |
| We trap in the day and we trap in the night |
| We trappin' just to make a motherfuckin' living |
| We copped that rollie flooded with ice |
| I just copped a Lam and a Rover |
| I just flooded my wrist with diamonds and gold |
| I just hit the kids and dropped a deuce |
| I just dropped a Percocet and Xan in my juice |
| I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit |
| Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit |
| I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit |
| Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit |
| Slatt life, love life |
| Savages, havin' it |
| Bad bitch, she not average |
| Bags in, stack ‘em up |
| Rollie on, try your luck |
| Two stone, that my brother |
| Too each his own, I’m that nigga |
| Please go, hating nigga yeah |
| Went back home like I left something |
| Glock on me eating breakfast, spatula |
| I’m the don don cookin' up |
| You can run run, fill ‘em up |
| These niggas ain’t fuckin' with us |
| You ain’t in the hood whippin' |
| You ain’t in the trap duckin' |
| This that trap shit |
| Four hoes in that holy ghost |
| Rose gold on that rollie ho |
| Pour up a four in that Fanta, woah |
| Four four like I’m four checks |
| Two O’s, I been sellin' crack |
| Still in the trap faithfully |
| Came from staying down, I just came up |
| I done fucked around and |
| I just copped a Lam and a Rover |
| I just flooded my wrist with diamonds and gold |
| I just hit the kids and dropped a deuce |
| I just dropped a Percocet and Xan in my juice |
| I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit |
| Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit |
| I’m back on that trap shit, back on that trap shit |
| Back on that trap shit, I’m back on that trap shit |