Trappin N' Rappin Songtext

Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a trick
Can't tell them I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for thе key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with еase
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe

Uh, they know I'm the shit, can't find a nigga like me, they can't do it like this
I know that I got niggas pissed, if it ain't 'bout no beef, guess he mad 'cause I'm fuckin' his bitch
When I'm in the booth, every time it's a hit, they like, "Damn, this jit nigga really don't miss"
Take you to lo' with this widebody kit, with no stop, drop the ceilin', just shooters in it
Finna go ice up my neck and my wrist just to show all my haters a lil' nigga lit
Never will I go out sad 'bout a bitch, you a lame tellin' ho like you havin' this shit
I'm still with the frontline, I'ma hit after that, you were cuffin' and wifin' the bitch
I hit the club with the Reapers, switches, you play, then we losin' the laws on this bitch
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a trick
Can't tell them I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a trick
Can't tell them I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please (Huh)
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe (Huh)

I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
In the back of the Phantom, but I got the key (Wow)
See, 100K cheap to me, why would I lease?
I nutted and dipped, she like, "Why would you leave?" (Yeah)
The jit wanna sign with me, say it's his dream
He can see the trial, but can't make the team (Yo)
7.62 bullets rip through his spleen (Grah)
EMT on the same, cuttin' off his jeans (Well, damn)
Make me say one thing and get that shit cleared
I can spent two mil', we get a year (Woah)
Like snow on the ground, they drop sour on my feet
My bitch worth a bitch, she like, "Why would you cheat?" (Bitch)
AC is on, but the fire on the seat (Fah)
Seventeen years, I ain't lie on a beat (Ah)
He got as to meet or greet, why did he reach?
Even on vacay, the chopper on the beach (It's Gucci)

Hop in the coupe with no room for the key (Huh)
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a trick
Can't tell them I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a trick
Can't tell them I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe

Uh, I'm zooted
Try to take somethin', you get hit with the toolie
Stackin' the bread, ain't got time for the foolish
Dead opp in my blunt, the boy smell like some sewer
I like my hundreds and fifties to grow
My main bitch and side, hope they always into it
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't bring me into it
Them folks send a fight, no, I can't get into it