paroles de chanson Trapped Up - PesoDaSmurf

I bet yo trap dont boom like my trap do
I'm serving gas to yo people
Riding wit pistols like this shit is legal
I'm really high bitch I feel like a eagle
I'm finna show ya what that money do
Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her
Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra
I'm really running up cheese like a pizza
I'm grabbing dat bitch when da pack touch
Every nigga round me trapped up
You niggas broke run a sack up
I got da pistol for back up
Pushing up wrong get ya clapped up
Dese niggas ain't really feeling me
Dese niggas talking bout killing me
And these niggas know they ain't as real as me

Ain't no real niggas left they dead or in jail
He take some from me ima send em to hell
38 baby ain't leaving no shells
How u a street nigga ain't got no bail
How u a street nigga ain't got no purpose
Keep some bread I get money for certain
Roll up da rap and I pop me a perky
Da drumstick on me like I'm working for church's
Got bread on me boy like I work for da deli
Ain't got but a ounce but dis shit really smelly
Break it down scale it
Den ima sell it
Got gwap like da bank but I dont know da telly
Turn around bitch and come gimme dat melon
But I just want noggin before I get belly
Da traphouse getting hot but I'm not talking Nelly
I want me a bitch just like keisha off belly

I bet yo trap dont boom like my trap do
I'm serving gas to yo people
Riding wit pistols like this shit is legal
I'm really high bitch I feel like a eagle
I'm finna show ya what that money do
Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her
Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra
I'm really running up cheese like a pizza
I'm grabbing dat bitch when da pack touch
Every nigga round me trapped up
You niggas broke run a sack up
I got da pistol for back up
Pushing up wrong get ya clapped up
Dese niggas ain't really feeling me
Dese niggas talking bout killing me
And these niggas know they ain't as real as me

I gotta get dat bread bitch dat money keep calling
A lick for dem bands you know ima stalk em
Ima rapper but ima street nigga So for da right price den u know ima off em
You trappin out here and you ain't making profit
Ones and fives dats all in yo wallet
If I hit da plug den I'm calling da socket
Da trap like a cradle we got dis bitch rockin
Enough aint enough I want my rackz be sloppy
And I get a bag while dese niggas mad
Fuck nigga cappin aint counting no bands
Still wit my day 1 came up from da sand
Couple lil niggas ain't stick to da plan
Playin it dirty ain't playin they hand
Bitch I get booted but ain poppin xans
Free all da real niggas down da road laying

I bet yo trap dont boom like my trap do
I'm serving gas to yo people
Riding wit pistols like this shit is legal
I'm really high bitch I feel like a eagle
I'm finna show ya what that money do
Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her
Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra
I'm really running up cheese like a pizza
I'm grabbing dat bitch when da pack touch
Every nigga round me trapped up
You niggas broke run a sack up
I got da pistol for back up
Pushing up wrong get ya clapped up
Dese niggas ain't really feeling me
Dese niggas talking bout killing me
And these niggas know they ain't as real as me