Trap by YFN Lucci (feat. Jeezy & T.I.)
Turn Me Up Josh
Every street *** ain’t a rapper
Every rapper ain’t a street ***
Every *** boy in rap ain’t a *** boy in the trap
You know what I mean?
Think it’s a game?
Snowman, Tip, 650Luc
DJ Drama, legendary
I said trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real *** boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the ***, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good ***, yeah, that’s just what I need
I’m a go-getter, gotta *** with me
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah, uh
She say she don’t, ***, you’re a teaser
I’m on the Perc now, I’m ’bout to pour my lean up
Fire the *** up, huh, better not fire no seed up
We in the *** spot, I make her roll the *** up, uh
Trappin’ out the West End like we in the trap a lot
I sent the package on the freeway in the back of a double R
Uh, and I’m on the PJ, I’ll be back by ten tomorrow
I’m on my way to a meeting, I’m a real *** boy
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real *** boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the ***, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good ***, yeah, that’s just what I need
I’m a go-getter, gotta *** with me
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah, uh
I got a 36, I’m ’bout to turn the team over
Coppin’ dirty bricks, I need some Aquafina
I’m in that big Phantom, that type of *** you dream of
Them exotic leathers, like she got a Celine plug
The feds *** up Tip, them *** niggas killed Nip
I’m like ’96 Olympics, I’m just tryin’ not to flip
Smoke a blunt, pour some white out for Bankroll Fresh
Every motherfuckin’ Rollie, might as well buy a vest
Grind hard, *** the rest, DJ Khaled, we the best
Just know we number one and we ain’t claimin’ nothin’ less
Nines, fours, and them triple beams
Yeah, I just left Milano, Valentino jeans
Said trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real *** boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the ***, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good ***, yeah, that’s just what I need
I’m a go-getter, gotta *** with me
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah, uh
Yeah, a thousand dollars hoodie, camouflage in the double R
Tryna buy the block and build a skyscraper, *** a car
Okay, acknowledgement is mandatory, better give me all of it
I call atomic, dawg, like parliament
Intolerant to the *** *** when you *** with this bloodline
It be generations of retaliation, ain’t no waitin’ on it, ain’t no hesitation, I swear
You pull up on me, you can see the *** I say
I have to catch a body, I can beat this ***, I pray
Adhere to former drug ***, ex-con, ho
At 12, said I’d rather sell *** than push a lawnmower
Hustle, get a bankroll, double up, boy
And if you go against the grain, you a ***, for real
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through the screen, huh
Real *** boy, yeah, get you what you need, yeah
Get the ***, yeah, yeah, hit it with the clean
For the low, yeah, yeah, turn you to a fiend
A good ***, yeah, that’s just what I need
I’m a go-getter, gotta *** with me
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah
Real ***, real *** boy never sleep, yeah, uh
Real A-Town *** boy ***
Shout out to West Side Crips
Eastside Jody, my niggas Decatur Ice
Duct Tape niggas, Trouble
Shout out to Dez and the whole SPC
Gucci, MPC group home
Shout out to Robin Hood Mike D
Shout out to No Face, No Case
The great A-10, 10 East Point
Shout out to NEA
Shout out to QC, Migo Gang, what’s up?
Monster Status, Big L
Shout out to Cash Only
My Freeband niggas
Longway, what’s up
Shout out to Wolfpack
Big Twan and Teezy
Unos, shout out to ABG
Free Major Grams, Diablo Red
Diablo Scott, OG Chop
RIP Famlay
YFNBC the Label
“Trap” Released On June 21, 2019
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