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Tee Grizzley

Quit Trappin

 

Quit Trappin

(album: Built For Whatever - 2021)


Helluva made this beat, baby
True story
Based on true events

I was like thirteen (Young), saw my uncle trapping (Unc')
Pulled him to the side, told him, "Show me how to bag it" (How you do that?)
He like, "When you get that money, nigga, stack it" (For lawyers and shit)
He gave me that bag, I jumped in traffic
And my grandma like, "Quit running out my house, lil' boy, you in or out?" (Close the door)
I pulled out them racks, give her a stack, after that I ain't hear her mouth (Here, granny)
Granddad wasn't fucking with it, I'm like, "Granddad, hear me out (Man)
Ain't nobody gon' give us shit (They ain't)
Go on 'head, let me get this shit" (Let me get it)
He like, "Fucking with your uncle gon' get you in trouble" (No)
I'm like, "Fucking with my uncle gon' make this shit double" (Get money)
I got clientele that stretch from Southfield down to Hudson (I'm on)
I'm young, but ain't nobody gon' take nothing, I got muscle (They gon' die)
Come in short or tryna cop on credit, that shit dead (That's over)
You can't show no weakness in these streets, go bust his head (Go kill 'em)
Way before they came out with the kush I had the regs (The corns)
Come and get a pound off the bale, bring a band, ayy (Pull up, nigga)
Had to throw it running from the cops, I need another Glock (Damn)
Answering my phone, not saying, "Hello", I'm saying, "How much you got?" (How much you got, bro?)
Calling my lil' plug, going off, like, "Where the fuck you at? (Man)
That work that I just got ain't jumping back, I need my money back" (I'm 'bout to pull up)

I was on the block, bitch, trapping with my pistol (Trappin')
Wasn't going to school, I was trapping with my pistol (Fuck that, I'm trappin')
Wasn't fucking with hoes, I was trapping with my pistol (Fuck that, I'm trappin')
The whole hood know that I was trapping with my pistol (I'm out here)

Watching Fresh Prince, I need a crib like Uncle Phil (I need it)
Feds came and kicked my granny door, it's getting real (Buck)
My pops came and got me, he like, "Nigga, you a kid, be a kid"
And that's exactly what I did, I just quit trapping

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?