Lyrics Trappin' Ain't Free (feat. Chris Benz & LA) - blkkkchino

Trappin' ain't free
I was trenches lil nigga wit a key
Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat
Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G

(WARNING)

Trappin' ain't free
I was trenches lil nigga wit a key
Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat
Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G
I was really in the hood I was really in the streets
Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling with the G's
Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's
Had to run me up a check lil nigga gotta eat

I was really wit the dealers & we lived around the feens
Boy I had to make a change we was really tryna eat
And hitta always strapped and it's really in the seats
Boy I gotta stay in tact all these niggas tryna sneak
We ain't really proud of that i'm just really wit the peace
Ain't no money from the raps we might really hit a piece
Ain't no money in the chat guaranteed I'm gon breeze
I don't really fuck wit dudes you couldn't be around me
And I don't like to talk it out
I bring the hawk around
I smoke a O moving slow when I'm walking now
Fuck is you talking bout
I do not fuck around
Act like you know how to act when the boss around
I don't hold my tongue for no bitch ima call you out
Slide on your brother he asks what's this all about
Cook em up if it's beef I make sure that I thaw it out
Had to watch my own back when I walked around
Playing the crib around 12 cause the ballers out
Walk on my block you best not have wallet out
They'll catch you lacking bitch please have your car around
They ain't wanna link me when I had small amount
Now I cannot care for no hoe they get tossed around
I stick to myself I might go build a wall around
Keep my head high but my demons they call me down
Wake up and smoke this GG gon calm me down

And I'm fucking up this cash bout to go ahead and cop a pound
Nigga we don't really fight but nigga we don't play around
Nigga say he from the town? Show me how you getting down
Smoking gas so loud you could tell just by the sound
And I got a couple rounds for the face watching clowns
Been a shark up in the water nigga drip or nigga drown
Niggas steady think its funny turn the smile to a frown
All these diamonds on my body woulda thought I had a crown
And ion even wanna cuff it told the bitch to buss it down
All these fucking AP's told my jeweler buss em down
Put that lil boy to rest tell em go and grab a gown
And we straight up outta Yonkers niggas came up out the ground
And I was out looking for a bag nigga look at what I found
Got a hunnid round tha waist nigga do not make a sound
Nigga do not make a-

Trappin' ain't free
I was trenches lil nigga wit a key
Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat
Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G
I was really in the hood I was really in the streets
Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling wit the G's
Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's
Had to run me up a check lil nigga gotta eat

And I'm popping my shit like I used to pop tags
She say she miss me wish she could go back
Felt like the man when I made my first rack
Chasing the guap putting clothes in the bag
I Felt like some niggas was holding me back
I big up my self boy I don't care to brag
Chino and Benzo this shit going mad
We stuck to the plan then got to the bag
Most you fuck niggas just gossip thru the bitches
Telephone calling might switch up my sentence
I keep my clique small cause we don't need a witness
Everyday flexing that's Equinox fitness
You Instagram flexing with Fetti that's counterfeit
Impressing niggas just so you can kinda fit
You shook out ya boots I could tell by the sound of it
We spun on his block pussy ran up right out of it
I don't like conversing I just skip around the shit
Niggas be nervous thought you was bout it bitch
Most of you niggas be capping for clout and shit
Married to money my thumb hurt from counting it
Woah
(Back on my shit boy I'm back to myself,
I smoke up a O I'm concerned for myself)

Trappin' ain't free
I was trenches lil nigga wit a key
Then I got into the stu started fuckin up a beat
Need a Audemar Piguette cost more than a G
I was really in the hood I was really in the streets
Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling wit the G's
Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's
Had to run me up a check lil nigga gotta eat