{*Trappin P.2*}

Verse 1:
Feeling like X, yea, I'm feeling too up
We got D on the speakers, it's bumping the club (yea yea)
I'm trapping this shit (what) you know what's up
I got my girl (ch-ch pow) she got purp in the cup
Ride with the gang, we got to keep this shit tucked (yuh)
I'm trapping this shit, aye, shootout Lil Buck (yea what)
Foreign bitch, lil bitch fucking with drugs (what)
I'm trapping, I'm trapping, yea, call me The Plugg (aye aye)
We swerving, we skirting lanes in Bentley truck
We swerving, we skirting lanes in Bentley coupe
I pull up, I pull up, we chopping the roof
I got bad bitches in my room like my name Hugh
House on the hill, yes, I got the best scene (what what)
I'm trapping, I'm trapping, trap up with the beam
Money, my pockets, I call Mr. Greene (slatt slatt)
Diamonds, they shining, bald head, Mr. Clean

Bridge:
(What what, bee, ok, bee)
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up

Verse 2:
I keep the gas pack, yea, it's in the Ziplock (yea)
And I ain't fucking with the tops, so you know I gotta drop
(yea) She hop in the drop and she giving me top (pop pop pop)
Look at my hip (aye) I got a Glock like a cop
Jaden Smith, The Karate Kid, the choppa will chop
Choppa like a cleaner, hit 'em up with a mop
(Skrt, skrt, skrt) Gotta skirt up the pot
I'm trapping this shit, turn it into a bop
I'm trapping my shit, yea, I'm counting my guap (yea yea)
Choppa give the boy yellow tape and some chalk
VVS, big rocks on my clocks (pop pop pop)
Shawty want the purp, yes, she sipping on the Wock
Like Tupac, yea, I post on your block
Like OG Dom, but I'm Sir Flex-A-Lot

Chorus:
(Aye) I'm trapping, I'm trapping, I'm trapping
I hop on this shit and you know that I'm snapping (aye)
Call up Lil Buck and we head to the plug then we go to the stu cause we gotta start rapping
I got my bitch and you know that I'm tapping and from my last song, you know I'm not capping
Lil shawty, she bouncing and slapping that ass and when she throw it back, you know it be clapping
(yea) It be clapping, you already know
D on this shit and I don't switch for no hoe (yea yea yea)
I'm trapping, I'm trapping, I trap up the road
Gucci and orange bandana my clothes (what what)
Titanic, my bitch, my neck is on froze (ok ok)
Smoking on wood, I got wood like I'm Lowes
Bitch, bitch, come fuck with the shows
Bitch, bitch, yea, you is a hoe

Bridge 2:
Hey, I tell ya what I'm gonna give you, Snakes
I'm gonna give you to the count of 10, to get your ugly, yella, no-good keister off my property before I pump your guts full of lead!

All right, Johnny, I'm sorry

1... 2... 10!
Keep the change, ya filthy animal!)

Outro:
I got the skunk
Yea I'm booted up
I told my blood
Get it out the trunk
His body gon dump