Trap Nigga

(álbum: MONY POWR RSPT World - 2016)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm a trap nigga, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
Trap nigga, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
Trap nigga, I don't touch nothing, but I sell plenty
Trap nigga, riding around in a Honda with the bales in it
I'm a trap nigga, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga, do it for my trap niggas
I'm in the trap with it, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga

[ManMan Savage:]
I'm a trap nigga, I ain't gotta say, yeah, you can tell
I'm a trap nigga, got a lot of stories I could tell
Thirteen, had a triple beam scale, putting mid on the scale
Robbing niggas, I feel like Hank, I'm the king of the hill
Open doors with the strap, everybody in here strapped
Got them 30s, I don't strap them
Got them 50s, I don't strap them
Take this shit to Candler Road, me and Marqo making caps
You can get trapped in the trap
One way in, ain't no way out

[DrugRixh Pe$o:]
Real trappers in the country [?]
Fuck that bitch in her mouth, you're gonna kiss and tell
I done ran up the racks, you better wish me well
Keep a hard Glock 40 with the scale
I [?] with me, stripping plugs for a bale
Give them to my youngin's, let them sell them
I'm trapping gas, your shit don't gotta smell
Don't fuck with that bitch 'cause she had a little smell
I started selling dimes, couldn't get enough
Trap bankroll, look like mega bucks
Plug said fuck the plane, use the Mega Bus
Got your bitch on the drugs, she think she on [?]

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm a trap nigga, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
Trap nigga, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
Trap nigga, I don't touch nothing, but I sell plenty
Trap nigga, riding around in a Honda with the bales in it
I'm a trap nigga, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga, do it for my trap niggas
I'm in the trap with it, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga, I'm a trap nigga

I'm a trap nigga
You a pussy nigga
Heard you going out, bad
Plugged in, strapped up, hundred niggas wearing MONY flags
Xans, lean, bricks, niggas got hundred bags
Keep the chopper tucked off in my duffel bag
Real trap nigga, fell in love with Glad bags
And I was having glad, nigga, you can add that
I'm on Candler Road, nigga, got a Grand Canyon
I shoot that shit up, wipe my pistol with my bandana

[DrugRixh Hect:]
I poured a four of Hitech in a Tropicana
And I'm rich off drugs, bitch, I've never been a scammer
Playing that fake rich shit gon' have you ass for ransom
This nigga thought this shit was sweet, I popped his on camera
That Draco hold a hundred rounds, this bitch ain't got no hammer
In the car, just serving junkies on Candler
I fucked that little swoop, then I put her on camera
Wrong rag, nigga, check the bandana
Scoreboard, I ain't taking taking no loss
How the fuck you think I got these triple crosses?
Double dribble, I just criss-crossed him
You've been going out back, you ain't been with no bosses
DrugRixh, we ain't taking no losses
Get some shots fired 'bout some pillow talking

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I'm a trap nigga, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
Trap nigga, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
Trap nigga, I don't touch nothing, but I sell plenty
Trap nigga, riding around in a Honda with the bales in it
I'm a trap nigga, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga, do it for my trap niggas
I'm in the trap with it, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga, I'm a trap nigga
I'm a trap nigga