Lyrics Trap Season - Skippa da Flippa feat. Quavo & Willie Bands

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain
Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane
I got to get this money, got to get this money
I got to get this money, got to get this money

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain
Hurricane, wrist hurricane
Im Skippa da Flippa, Im flippin the bricks,
Back then I was hitting them licks
Now Im so plugged in, call Skippa if you need bricks
AR 15, my uncle took me to the kitchen, showed me a 15
I didnt know what that mean
Start working my wrist, so long that my nose bleed
Christmas is coming up
Im thanking the lord no more bad Christmas Eve
Im spoiling my daughter, my mother
I threw an OG gas OG gas Christmas tree
Bands, they curing my brothers
My homies be cool and watch over each other
Or I ship it in latex
Guess it and bring the rubbers
Now Im flexed up like boflex
I made that thing light when I first touch the pyrex
Acting not watching, kicked my first door and I found me a Rolex

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain
Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane
I got to get this money, got to get this money
I got to get this money, got to get this money

Playing with the water like a life guard, splash
Cook it up fresh like a dope boy, fresh
Trap out the house with no grass in the front
Still got a gallon of gas back in the back porch
Riding round getting all cuties
32 shots in the uzi
Yes Im a dealer in Mason Margiellas
Fuck with me and flippa could whip up loaded
Yes Im a criminal, Im smelling like crack, no perfuming
Im busting that pack,
Watching the door while they are intruders
You know I got bricks and they packing the tooly
The pot is so big it look like a Jacuzzi
You play with the paper I pull up and shoot you
Im winning while living the life of a loser

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain
Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane
I got to get this money, got to get this money
I got to get this money, got to get this money

Trapping up, racing the snow
Trapping the bullet and a boat
I got to go get the monefa
Im riding around with the bricks in the beamer
Quavo the, do not shop with him because my price is cheaper
Diamonds [up on the triple beam
When you walk in the trap you get cabin fever
Look at my wrist, man my wrist a bleeder
When I play with the dope its like pizzeria
Golden D arches to get mamacita
I stop in Italy to get mama mias
Finger fuck the pot, I do it for real
I put the gas back in the vacuum seal
Most of you niggas dont know how I live
Whip up the dope on the George Foreman grill

Trap in the snow, trap in the rain
Trap in a blizzard, I trap in a hurricane
I got to get this money, got to get this money
I got to get this money, got to get this money

Go get the monefa