Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Scars, artist - Trapboy Freddy. Date of issue: 25.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Scars |
| They used to tell me it was gon' |
| People was gon' switch up, you know |
| Things was gon' change, shit was gon' get different, you know |
| Can’t be friendly with everybody |
| You know like these niggas really don’t be with you at the end of the day |
| Shit, all you got is your niggas and your family, you know what I’m sayin' |
| Put this rap shit to the side, hey, hey |
| They said it was gon' change when a nigga got paper |
| Got a pool in the garage, can’t trust my neighbors |
| Learned how to bust rocks before I learned times tables |
| We got the Jordans only when mom was able |
| Never had a daddy so the shit was kinda hard |
| Fuck watchin' Cars, I was ready to sell hard |
| I ain’t pickin' up trash, I ain’t cuttin' no grass |
| I’m a young boss nigga, I’ma go and eat regardless |
| Learned how to hustle, had 'em pull it up and park it |
| Swear to god Stunna had bought my first quarter |
| Poppy was the nigga told me to add water |
| And my stepdaddy was the first nigga give me a quarter |
| Flipped that shit to a half a brick |
| On my young nigga shit, we just some kids |
| Go to school fresh as hell, straight off trappin' |
| See back then, get high and start rappin' |
| Trap rollin hard like the candy house |
| Dope fiend comin' in and out, hard to keep 'em out |
| Go to the store, now your nigga in the house |
| Runin through ya couch, tryna see what it’s about |
| Take it off the stove when it bubble up |
| I remember we would go and get them double ups |
| Hey, you cook that shit 'til your wrist hurt, hey |
| Certified trapper, do your research |
| Take a nigga back where it first had started |
| All them late nights in the apartments |
| Bleedin' down the block in white Forces |
| Shirt hangin' off a nigga’s shoulders |
| Forty pullin' down a nigga’s clothes |
| Have you ever been in the car with no money |
| Feel like you in the pen with the walls close on |
| No money on the phone, can’t call no friends |
| But when you think about it, shit you really never can |
| They said it was gon' change when a nigga got paper |
| Got a pool in the garage, can’t trust my neighbors |
| Learned how to bust rocks before I learned times tables |
| We got the Jordans only when mom was able |
| Never had a daddy so the shit was kinda hard |
| Fuck watchin' Cars, I was ready to sell hard |
| I ain’t pickin' up trash, I ain’t cuttin' no grass |
| I’m a young boss nigga, I’ma go and eat regardless |
| When they caught old boy they were closer than a bitch |
| Ever since then nigga I ain’t touch shit |
| Boy it been a minute since I seen me a brick |
| Boy it been a minute, man I miss them nicks |
| Niggas be callin' for prices |
| Same niggas sayin' that they didn’t like me |
| Hey these niggas sweet like Icees |
| Hey these niggas sweet like ice cream |
| Take a nigga back to the blueprint |
| Stick a mud hole in you, leave a shoeprint |
| Hey, one on one for what? |
| throw your crew in |
| Down for whatever, don’t fuck with |
| I was on the block where the plugs at |
| Had that work in my nutsack |
| Tuck big bands in the book bag |
| Turnt up now, I can’t look back |
| They said it was gon' change when a nigga got paper |
| Got a pool in the garage, can’t trust my neighbors |
| Learned how to bust rocks before I learned times tables |
| We got the Jordans only when mom was able |
| Never had a daddy so the shit was kinda hard |
| Fuck watchin' Cars, I was ready to sell hard |
| I ain’t pickin' up trash, I ain’t cuttin' no grass |
| I’m a young boss nigga, I’ma go and eat regardless |