Traps Life

[Chorus]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast, ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad, ayy
You be talkin' nonsense, where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
[?], where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's

[Verse]
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out, you should watch your mouth
Free my niggas locked up in the pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib to go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented, yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson, yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy nigga, I don't fuck with niggas
Run a nigga, I'ma run a nigga, where my money, nigga?
Funny thing, them niggas talkin' shit, I used to run with niggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin' bread where it's sunny, nigga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
[?] with the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My bitch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk shit, you gon' find out what this gun do

[Chorus]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast, ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad, ayy
You be talkin' nonsense, where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
[?], where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's

[Verse]
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out, you should watch your mouth
Free my niggas locked up in the pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib to go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented, yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson, yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy nigga, I don't fuck with niggas
Run a nigga, I'ma run a nigga, where my money, nigga?
Funny thing, them niggas talkin' shit, I used to run with niggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin' bread where it's sunny, nigga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
[?] with the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My bitch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk shit, you gon' find out what this gun do

[Chorus]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast, ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad, ayy
You be talkin' nonsense, where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
[?], where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's