Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Of Fame, artist - Yo Gotti. Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Of Fame |
| We ridin Lambs like they Ubers |
| We got rates for the shooters |
| Roley watches like they G-Shock's |
| This money here come from the crackspots |
| Cause I’ma blow a bag, I’ma blow a bag |
| Ima get it back, so I can blow a bag |
| Ima get it back, yeah Ima get it back |
| Ima blow a bag, cause Ima get it back |
| I just went to Neiman’s, and I just blew a bag |
| Copped that new Givenchy, and I didn’t see the tags |
| Thirty two fifty, half a quarter for a shirt |
| And we call it that sauce, work |
| Pull up in a, leave the valet |
| And when I hit the gas; |
| skirrt |
| Take of a like a rocket, if you the plug then I’m the socket |
| Niggas hate but they can’t stop it, I just blew another bag |
| Dealership with 'nother tags, swapped it up another swag |
| Bought my bitch another bag, another bitch I know she mad |
| I just blew another check, I just bought another Tec |
| I been waitin on pussy niggas, Ima die for this respect |
| Half a brick for a section, Im in club Liv flexin |
| I can’t wait till that confetti drop, when they play me and that Fetty Wap |
| I just got a trap queen, plus I got a trap phone |
| I got minutes on the prepaid, so don’t hit me on the iPhone |
| Pop a pill pop a pill I’m in my zone, I might wake up in a whole nother timezone |
| I don’t remember shit from yesterday, fuck it, thinkin bout tomorrow anyway |