Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapping Ain't Dead, artist - Marlo. Album song The Real 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Trapping Ain't Dead |
Yeah |
Who made this beat? |
Twysted Genius, baby |
Yeah |
Six o’clock in the morning, nigga still gettin' it on |
Love for the crack smoke, dope got the fiends |
I been trappin' all damn night, not a cut in sight |
Down to my last two bricks, but we gon' be alright |
Water whip everything, I been sellin' chicken wings |
Loot in the cut, you know we keep that blicky thang |
Bowen Homes to the death of me, and that’s on everything |
P.F.K. |
is still the gang, we hit ya like ya hurricane |
Took over Ocean Drive, Lil One had that bitch live |
Troy had the other side, sold the chicken like its Popeyes |
Bend the fork with the right, left lean the pot with the left |
Add a little cold water, straight glass, I just blessed you |
Trappin' ain’t dead, they scared, don’t know what they talkin' 'bout |
My dawg doin' the fed, hold yeah, just know that you comin' out |
Addies got me real geeked, havin' long nights, dawg |
Twelve hit the block tryna chase some but we still gettin' loads |
And my man called, said he got another load in |
Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz |
Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend |
And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins |
Cameras all on my spot, smooth, watchin' for the cops |
Ridin' round, serving everybody, you know how we rock |
Never lay where you put the work at |
Them robbers try and merc that |
I been geekin' all day, where the Percs at? |
Yeah, I’m only stating facts and what’s real |
Got my mama outta tears from me sellin' all them |
And I ain’t open the whole thing since '14 |
Got my niggas off the floor for me, sellin' all this blow |
Trappin' ain’t dead, they scared, don’t know what they talkin' 'bout |
My dawg doin' the fed, hold yeah, just know that you comin' out |
Addies got me real geeked, havin' long nights, dawg |
Twelve hit the block tryna shake some but we still gettin' loads |
And my man called, said he got another load in |
Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz |
Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend |
And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins |