Life Of A Trapper Songtext
(FOREVEROLLING)
Ooh
5.56 (Six), 223s (Threes)
Young nigga steppin' (Step), ain't no in between (Know Z a stepper, get stepped on, nigga)
(You know the motto, ain't no in between, gang shit, no lame shit, let's go)
7.62s (Twos) and four red beams (Yeah)
Youngin walk down (Down), make a nigga bleed (Youngin walk down, he wan' bleed, nigga)
(I dare you speak on the boss now, how you start a Beyblade, let's go)
[Verse]
Ooh
5.56 (Six), 223s (Threes)
Young nigga steppin' (Step), ain't no in between (Know Z a stepper, get stepped on, nigga)
(You know the motto, ain't no in between, gang shit, no lame shit, let's go)
7.62s (Twos) and four red beams (Yeah)
Youngin walk down (Down), make a nigga bleed (Youngin walk down, he wan' bleed, nigga)
(I dare you speak on the boss now, how you start a Beyblade, let's go)
[Verse]
Yeah, startin' off my day with a blunt of that gas (Gas)
Wake up, brush my teeth, it's time to chase me a bag (Bag)
Grab my Glock, fuck it, grab my chain and my watch (Let's go)
It's eleven o'clock, it's time to hit to the block (Let's go)
Auntie cookin' breakfast, I can't eat, but I love you (I love you)
Addicted to the streets, you know your baby gon' hustle (I hustle)
Hit the door, hold up, damn, my uncle want smoke (Hold up)
Reached inside my pocket, grabbed a zip of some dope (Hold up)
Walk outside, damn, bae, what caught him a job? (Caught him a job)
It's a sunny day, I drop the top in a 'Rari (Drop the top in a 'Rari)
Birds, trap phone workin', nigga, I'm servin' (Prr, prr)
It's early on a Thursday, so be careful, I'm swervin' (Be careful, I'm swervin')
Hold up, bust this right, I need to stop to the store (Hold up, hold up)
I'd like to get a cup of ice, I need to stop it, I know (I need to stop it, I know)
Walk outside of Spinx, I got the Glock in my hand (I got the Glock in my hand)
Damn, I'm 'bout to tweak, I almost shot me a fan (I almost shot me a—)
Askin' for a picture, I don't fuck with you niggas (I don't fuck with you niggas)
Paranoid, posin' with my hand on my pistol (With my hand on my pistol)
Drug Lord, I feel like a narco, my nigga (Like a narco, my nigga)
Durg Lord, I feel like El Chapo, my nigga (Like El Chapo, my nigga) Ayy, pull up to the spot, get 'em in, get 'em out (Get 'em in, get 'em out)
Everybody in here workin', this ain't no damn playin' house (This ain't no damn playin' house)
And the neighbors in our business, yeah, we cashin' them out (Yeah, we cashin' them out)
But shit, business gon' be business, we gon' figure it out (Ayy, we gon' figure it out)
Yeah, I just got a text from Alicia the eater (Eater)
She said, "Bae, where you at?" I'm in the trap, but I need ya (I need)
She sent a tongue emoji, I left the work with my people (Gone)
That pussy get away your business, boy, I tell you it's lethal (It's lethal, haha)
Gotta stay focused, I'm forever rollin' (FOREVEROLLING)
I ain't worryin' 'bout no opp 'cause I'm pistol-totin' (Bitch, I'm pistol-totin')
Yeah, bust it out the plastic, we gon' wet the pack (We gon' wet the pack)
Yeah, this a normal day, this the life of a trapper, yeah, yeah (Life of a trapper)
5.56 (Six), 223s (Threes)
Young nigga steppin' (Step), ain't no in between (Know Z a stepper, get stepped on, nigga)
(You know the motto, ain't no in between, gang shit, no lame shit, let's go)
7.62s (Twos) and four red beams (Yeah)
Youngin walk down (Down), make a nigga bleed (Youngin walk down, he wan' bleed, nigga)
(I dare you speak on the boss now, how you start a Beyblade, let's go)
Wake up, brush my teeth, it's time to chase me a bag (Bag)
Grab my Glock, fuck it, grab my chain and my watch (Let's go)
It's eleven o'clock, it's time to hit to the block (Let's go)
Auntie cookin' breakfast, I can't eat, but I love you (I love you)
Addicted to the streets, you know your baby gon' hustle (I hustle)
Hit the door, hold up, damn, my uncle want smoke (Hold up)
Reached inside my pocket, grabbed a zip of some dope (Hold up)
Walk outside, damn, bae, what caught him a job? (Caught him a job)
It's a sunny day, I drop the top in a 'Rari (Drop the top in a 'Rari)
Birds, trap phone workin', nigga, I'm servin' (Prr, prr)
It's early on a Thursday, so be careful, I'm swervin' (Be careful, I'm swervin')
Hold up, bust this right, I need to stop to the store (Hold up, hold up)
I'd like to get a cup of ice, I need to stop it, I know (I need to stop it, I know)
Walk outside of Spinx, I got the Glock in my hand (I got the Glock in my hand)
Damn, I'm 'bout to tweak, I almost shot me a fan (I almost shot me a—)
Askin' for a picture, I don't fuck with you niggas (I don't fuck with you niggas)
Paranoid, posin' with my hand on my pistol (With my hand on my pistol)
Drug Lord, I feel like a narco, my nigga (Like a narco, my nigga)
Durg Lord, I feel like El Chapo, my nigga (Like El Chapo, my nigga) Ayy, pull up to the spot, get 'em in, get 'em out (Get 'em in, get 'em out)
Everybody in here workin', this ain't no damn playin' house (This ain't no damn playin' house)
And the neighbors in our business, yeah, we cashin' them out (Yeah, we cashin' them out)
But shit, business gon' be business, we gon' figure it out (Ayy, we gon' figure it out)
Yeah, I just got a text from Alicia the eater (Eater)
She said, "Bae, where you at?" I'm in the trap, but I need ya (I need)
She sent a tongue emoji, I left the work with my people (Gone)
That pussy get away your business, boy, I tell you it's lethal (It's lethal, haha)
Gotta stay focused, I'm forever rollin' (FOREVEROLLING)
I ain't worryin' 'bout no opp 'cause I'm pistol-totin' (Bitch, I'm pistol-totin')
Yeah, bust it out the plastic, we gon' wet the pack (We gon' wet the pack)
Yeah, this a normal day, this the life of a trapper, yeah, yeah (Life of a trapper)
5.56 (Six), 223s (Threes)
Young nigga steppin' (Step), ain't no in between (Know Z a stepper, get stepped on, nigga)
(You know the motto, ain't no in between, gang shit, no lame shit, let's go)
7.62s (Twos) and four red beams (Yeah)
Youngin walk down (Down), make a nigga bleed (Youngin walk down, he wan' bleed, nigga)
(I dare you speak on the boss now, how you start a Beyblade, let's go)
