Lyrics Back on That Trap Shit - Lotto Savage, Dae Dae

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