fucknn' trap

Trappin and Crappin Genre: Rap (Verse 1) Yeah, I’m trappin’ hard, stackin’ racks, no slack, Bitches on my line, they all know I’m where it’s at, Rollin’ with the squad, we flexin’ like a gym, Catch me in the booth, motherfucker, let it brim. Hustlin’ these streets, can’t stop, won’t quit, Got the game on lock, this heat’s too lit, Niggas talkin’ big, but they barely on the map, I’m the king, I’m the boss, while they sittin’ on they lap. (Chorus) Trappin’ and crappin’, don’t give a fuck, We ballin’ hard, bitch, run up if you tough, Ain’t no time for slack, we keep it real, no cap, Trappin’ and crappin’, it’s a motherfuckin’ trap. (Verse 2) In the kitchen whippin’, got the pots on blast, Runnin’ up these digits, never lookin’ back fast, We ridin’ through the night, headlights shinin’ bright, Catch me in a whip, I’m the beast, you the bite. Hustle in my bones, feel the grind in my soul, We out here trappin’, got that fire, got that coal, Niggas wanna hate, but they can’t touch my flow, I’m the real deal, motherfucker, now you know. (Chorus) Trappin’ and crappin’, don’t give a fuck, We ballin’ hard, bitch, run up if you tough, Ain’t no time for slack, we keep it real, no cap, Trappin’ and crappin’, it’s a motherfuckin’ trap. (Outro) So put your hands up, if you feelin’ this vibe, We trappin’ and crappin’, it’s the life we prescribe, From the block to the booth, we makin’ that sound, It’s a motherfuckin’ hustle, we ain’t backin’ down.