Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trappin Ain't Cool, artist - Nines. Album song Gone Till November, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trappin Ain't Cool |
| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down |
| I’m tryna turn my luck around |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| And now I’m getting old |
| And I’m still on the road |
| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Niggas dying over dumb war |
| Every other month feds flying off my moms door |
| My lines tapped so I hate the phone |
| Hug my mom cause there’s a chance that I might not make it home |
| Them foes wanna clap me |
| Hoes tryna trap me |
| Can’t buy a mansion with my dough cause its tax free |
| I still can’t believe my nigga stylies gone |
| And what hurts me the most, is that life goes on |
| Uh I don’t wanna see my friends die |
| All my niggas doing 30 hold your head high |
| Them OG’s used to have benzes and porshes |
| Blew all their money in the the booky shop on horses |
| I lost 90gs I help but screw my face |
| This shits hot, I gotta move my base |
| Jamming with the mandem saturday night |
| Done the same thing last week this can’t be life |
| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down |
| I’m tryna turn my luck around |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| And now I’m getting old |
| And I’m still on the road |
| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down |
| I’m tryna turn my luck around |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| And now I’m getting old |
| And I’m still on the road |
| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Uh, my nigga would have made a mil |
| If he never go to pen |
| Now hes back on the come up selling o’s again |
| Its like these niggas grind to stunt on a bitch |
| And I don’t know who it is yet |
| But someones a snitch |
| In the |
| Its boring inside, jamming on the block cause I ain’t got nowhere else to go |
| Its the path we chose |
| These niggas and these hoes show we love |
| Its all faker than clothes |
| These niggas see the cars and ice and think my |
| Lifes rosey but its far from nice |
| I used to wanna be everybodys friend |
| Now they wanna know me cause I’m a legend in the ends |
| Uh tryna stay on my grind |
| I gotta spray my nine |
| Its like everyday I’m in a different state of mind |
| You niggas see the way my bracelet shine |
| My phones ringing right now, wrap wants a nine |
| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down |
| I’m tryna turn my luck around |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| And now I’m getting old |
| And I’m still on the road |
| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |
| Trappin ain’t cool no more |