Trapping Ain't Dead

(álbum: The Real 1 - 2018)

Yeah
Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Yeah

Six o'clock in the morning, nigga still getting it on
Love for the crack smoke, dope got the fiends [?]
I been trapping all damn night, not a cut in sight
Down to my last two bricks, but we gon' be alright
Water whip everything, I been selling chicken wings
Loot in the cut, you know we keep that blicky thang
Bowen Homes to the death of me, and that's on everything
P.F.K. is still the gang, we hit ya like ya hurricane
Took over Ocean Drive, Lil One had that bitch live
Troy had the other side, sold the chicken like its Popeyes
Bend the fork with the right, left lean the pot with the left
Add a little cold water, straight glass, I just blessed you

Trapping ain't dead, they scared, don't know what they talking 'bout
My dawg doing the fed, hold yeah, just know that you coming out
Addies got me real geeked, having long nights, dawg
Twelve hit the block tryna chase some but we still getting loads
And my man called, said he got another load in
Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz
Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend
And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins

Cameras all on my spot, smooth, watching for the cops
Riding round, serving everybody, you know how we rock
Never lay where you put the work at
Them robbers try and merc that
I been geeking all day, where the Percs at?
Yeah, I'm only stating facts and what's real
Got my mama outta tears from me selling all them [?]
And I ain't open the whole thing since '14
Got my niggas off the floor for me, selling all this blow

Trapping ain't dead, they scared, don't know what they talking 'bout
My dawg doing the fed, hold yeah, just know that you coming out
Addies got me real geeked, having long nights, dawg
Twelve hit the block tryna shake some but we still getting loads
And my man called, said he got another load in
Whip a Rollie out the pot in a two-door Benz
Baking soda been my dawg, nigga, fuck a friend
And two Glock 30 on my car, them bitches twins