Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trappers Turn Rappers , by - YBS Skola. Release date: 18.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trappers Turn Rappers |
| I know I’m gon' make it off this rap shit |
| Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic |
| If you run up boy, oh I’m gon' let you have it |
| Skola up now, I’ma hold it down |
| Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four |
| Trappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door |
| I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore |
| Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor |
| When I make it I’m going ham |
| Fuck ‘round get a Lam |
| I need me a big check like Tayvon on the Rams |
| I done sold coca, I done sold grams |
| I done cashed out on them chickens |
| I meant Uncle Sam |
| Soon as I got that bag, had to switch my swag |
| Don’t do no Giuseppe, I need Christian Loub’s |
| Look at my outfit, Saint Laurent, check out my shoes |
| Saint Laurent jeans bitch, cost me nine beans bitch |
| Every day we flexin', gotta keep that protection |
| Don’t need no security, we got our own protection |
| If you think ‘bout snatching somethin' hollows what you catching |
| NFL where I’m from, and Shinners what we reppin' |
| I know I’m gon' make it off this rap shit |
| Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic |
| If you run up boy, oh I’m gon' let you have it |
| Skola up now, I’ma hold it down |
| Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four |
| Trappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door |
| I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore |
| Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor |
| I keep a cup full of red |
| I like to crush up my meds |
| I tell that bitch ‘fore you jump in the bed |
| I do not fuck without head |
| Two point five in the duffel |
| We made it happen, lil nigga you can’t imagine |
| Carty frames when the camera flashing |
| I jump off the back then I’m Fendi swaggin' |
| Pullin' whores, tell Skola bring twenty more |
| Press a button just to lift the door |
| Niggas drag him ‘til he hit the floor |
| I’m known to grab it ‘fore it hit the store, woah |
| I’m in the foreign with two hoes |
| Nigga fake Cubans, we don’t do those |
| I’m too cold, it’s more ‘cause the jewels froze |
| Perkys I chew those |
| I keep a knot on me nigga |
| Yeah that’s a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeah |
| You got a car on your wrist, well I got a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeah |
| Look what I got on me nigga |
| They wanna plot on me nigga |
| I sit that bag right on top of you nigga |
| Where catching a body is more like a hobby to niggas, gang |
| I know I’m gon' make it off this rap shit |
| Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic |
| If you run up boy, oh I’m gon' let you have it |
| Skola up now, I’ma hold it down |
| Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four |
| Trappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door |
| I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore |
| Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor |