Trappin

(Verse 1: Renzo)

Middle of the night niggas still up servin'
Trappin' out the bando got a nigga sleepwalkin'
Waitin' on bro so he can get the block poppin'
Xan with the lean got a nigga straight syrup
Show you how to whip the work, watch me clock work
Whip, Whip, whip, now my fuckin wrist bleedin
Clean head to toe, got yo girlfriend choosin'
See a nigga winnin, got tired of seein' you losin
Pick up the pace buddy better get to groovin
Half past twelve and the fiends still movin
Try to finesse the plug, haters come through like batman and robin
Off with his head, my goons come through wreckin' shit
Legit when I step and shit, .50 cals, Sk's, yes night vision
Pull up, sprayin' layin' shit down, always been about my chips
That's my nigga Richy Rich
MOB I ain't got time for trying to wife a bitch
Too much time chasin' paper nigga tryna get rich

(Verse 2: Richy Rich)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh, Uh Look
The lonely loner stoner just keeps, strollin' through the night
'Cuz he don't give a fuck about his fuckin' life
The only thing the lonely loner just keeps thinkin' about is
Drinkin' and leanin, sippin, that lean
And dippin' it with that promethazine
Yeah, he's all delusional in his mind like how he think
But really he be fightin demons that are not on his side
Daily, it's so tragic
He be in delusional mind like damn that shit, is so hectic
Forgetting, that he got the strength
Strong as Mike, lookin' like Thor with punches
Uh, punchlines, I be hittin them
The stoner, that's lonely, is back with a new piece of mind
But, he started with trap strikes
Hittin the block, with crack but not rocks
He got, them free crack bars
That will keep a fan runnin' back from Mars, I mean comin' Mars
I mean comin' back all the way from Mars
I had to pause, I just noticed, I be havin' 'em come back, to me all the way from Mars
You know Richy goes so fuckin' hard
And I be so fuckin' raw, I'll eat this beat up
Any beat, with no mothafuckin' stall
I'm not talkin' a bout them bathroom stalls
But speakin' of that, I just shitted on them all
I be runnin' away from, ugly booty calls
And, I ain't with all that, ugly, faceliftin' shit
That bitch look so very uglish, fuglish, fuck it
I like a big booty bitch, with big tits
And she better not look very uglish, with her hair fallin off and shit
And her make-up is stuck, up all in her eyelashes
Damn it!
That shit be, makin me think like them bitches is really slackin'
And her swag be lookin all thotish
I'm talkin' about that sweet shit, that them bitches be lookin like they lacking of
(Yeah)
I ain't, really talkin' about them bad bitches uh, and uh, ah
It ain't nothin' if you ain't really talkin, then its just rubbish
I'm talkin' about, that real lovey dovey shit
'Cuz I'm all about it, but I ain't with the shits if you ain't walkin' wit it
Yeah, 'cuz I be walkin' like Russel Simmons
I be, talkin about actually followin' suit and doing the walkin'
The lonely loner stoner is back, and heres what hes sayin:
Get money and fuck bitches
Hoes, I came, from rags to mothafuckin' riches it's my dream and shit
And thats what im gonna keep proceedin
Cuz i wanna come from rags to riches bitches
Its Richy Rich bitch, and I'm in this fuckin bitch

(Verse 3: Renzo)

One more time
All right fuck it
Pull up, hop out the truck, Glah get gunnin
Errbody runnin' fuck nigga sittin' been hatin'
Numba one ticket to satan
Nollies ain't no fakin
It's killas in the battlefield my niggas in this shit for real
You ain't prepared for war more then likely you're probably gonna get killed

(Outro: Renzo)
And thats for real nigga
Its killa's in this battlefield
Prepare for this shit nigga
I was made for this shit
Shoutout to my O Gang niggas
Fuck you mothfuckas been talkin about, real shit