Trap Life Recipe

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Aye (aye) x2
[Hook]
I don't care about you hoes
You know y'all ain't shit to me
I'm still rollin' with my squad
Countin paper smokin' trees
Mix the sprite with the codeine
Add some woods and add some drinks
Turning up and feeling free
That's that trap life recipe

[Verse 1]
Fuck that bitch that said I wouldn't be shit
I'm sorry for the nigga that you be with
(She single)
I'm sorry for the house that you sleep in
Mansion full of models fuckin' on my tempurpedic
This time I ain't gon' hold it back
She fuckin' with the kid
'Cause I told her that I rap
And all these motherfuckin' snakes tryna stab me in my back
And they tryna start shit all because I'm spillin' facts
Call me the villain cause I be dressed in all black
I don't care bout your feelings
No motherfucks if you mad
Imma keep doing me
Keep on chasin' all the cash
Got an ounce full of weed
Chillin right up on the dash
Cop tried to get me
But the 'rari too fast
I just live in the moment
And leave the past in my past
Shawty giving me brain
And she ain't even go to class
But I'm countin these zeros
So you can say im good at math

[Hook]
I dont care about you hoes
You know y'all ain't shit to me
I'm still rollin' with my squad
Countin' paper smokin' trees
Mix the sprite with the codeine
Add some woods and add some drinks
Turning up and feeling free
That's that trap life recipe

[Verse 2]
Yung Roman a shitzo
Workin' this flow
Smash ya hoe
Like nentendo
None of that boof
All we smoke is extendos
My clip is extendo
Don't run out of ammo
(Like uhh)
Let it rain on ya
I can tell that you in pain
Thats why yo veins poppin
MJ with the motherfuckin' shot
You jusy stay floppin'
Don't care bout the motherfuckin cost
I just stay trappin'
Walk in to the party
Ya they know that im a showstopper
Lil player
Fuckin' on ya girl but I won't call her
She say that I keep on playin games
And i tell her she ain't wrong
But the chain on my neck
Got her takin off her thong
Like damn
Pop all the xans
Flyin your bitch out to France
Spent a whole grand on my hand
All of this shit cause I can

[Hook]
I don't care about you hoes
You know y'all ain't shit to me
I'm still rollin' with my squad
Countin' paper smokin' trees
Mix the sprite with the codeine
Add some woods and add some drinks
Turning up and feeling free
That's that trap life recipe