Trappin Ain’t Dead

[Intro]
Bitch, Uh uh
Niggas had caught him a lick and think that he hot I forgot it but I what him dead
You can take all of his watches, his money, his chains, and clothes but I want his head
I got some niggas sent up the road, who stuck to the code and I want them back
I told my momma I don’t want a job or none of that shit, I wanna trap
Trappin Ain’t Dead, niggas prepared, niggas start scamming because they was scared
Why wear a rubber while piping her down when every single night I put my life on the line?
I got a lot of problems in these streets, but I don’t need no help to solve it
But I got hard, and he want it soft, so I might need some help to dissolve it
Never walk light boy, I’m packing a stick
Boy I stay tight like I’m cracking a fit
100 round clip got him crashing his whip, should d-did the dash instead of talking that shit
Niggas drop disses now that shit be trash, first nigga diss me we got on his ass. he ain’t in the street cause he hot like the tasst (taste)
Ain’t seen him through every single block that we passed
Real recognize real but, I heard they disguising
I catch a opp and the murder rate rising, but niggas keep hiding now I’m getting bored. I’m grabbing my drink and going on tour. I called my bro like fuck it, niggas be luncheon, put one in the head today. Nah we ain’t ducking no cases, we shooting at faces. I want an opp dead today
Niggas be lames, yeah they talk a good game, but I know these Lil niggas scared to play. Bitch I’m a soldier, I’ll die before I let you stop me. I’ll stop where your head’ll lay. Glick to his head K to his spine. Bitch I’m a slider I stay with the iron. I swear this street shit done fucked up my mind, why you think I always be rapping about crime
I took some losses and wins, and I done took losses with friends. No disrespect, but tell your man don’t talk to me if I won’t talk to him. don’t wanna hear what he did in the streets, and I don’t care what he went through in the pen. Money ain’t good unless you tryna spend, but flash it I’m bagging your ass with my man
Cause bitch I was down on my dick, I’m talk down as it gets, I was down to a stick. Felt like I had all the pounds in the world the feds hit the blitz now I’m down to a vic
Bitch said she loves me then fuck me, your brother gon crush me. He know that I stay with a 5th. Bitch I ain’t with all that fussing, betta kill me you busting. This fooly for whoever miss
I told my brothers I won’t never harm'em, But if they snitch I might have to bomb'em
Niggas play gangsta get grilled like a Foreman. I’m not a DJ but I’m bout that drama. I put in work, I know you hear that clock tick. Put in an order, hop out with that chopstick, clean up the opps. I hop out with the mop stick. Rip bankroll we love to pop shit