Текст песни Trap Anthem - MoneyMarr

Trap Hard? Say you trapping hard?
Nigga you aint trap enough, 100 Bags on a truck
West-coast Load coming in through the mail
Yeah them packages Stuffed, If its up then its stuck

Fuck around w them opp niggas, shit get you plucked
Slide Through Drop shots couple niggas got crushed
If you beefing with me keep that shit on the hush
Heard he said he aint fucking with me? I aint asking it
We in them Hot Cars Boutta go smashin it
Roadie jus came home, Geekin And Taggin it
And im up off them bags, i aint gotta bag in it

Say that you with me? You aint
I been beefing so hard put the paint where it aint
Stuffed deep in the field bitch i feel like a saint
20 piece in my pocket walked straight out the bank

Im bring the vibes w me too city
I fly out too cali now im in a maybach
Opp niggas hating on me
Ian worry bout that in the hills with my feet up im laid back

One up on me? I get one up on you
Man i swear that shit gonna get way deeper than payback
Dont put your trust up in none of these niggas
The niggas that snake you be coming from way back (uh)

My young niggas they aint w the rumbling
Gotta problem? Adress it. i aint w the mumbling
If i whip out this drac′ niggas gon get too tumbling
Free them niggas locked up on the unit im crumbling

Racks on Shit, got them bags, bags, bags, bags
Slide in the audi do digital dash. Smoke cloud up in my face
Cant crash. Cant hide in them trenches yea we on yo ass!

You aint fuck wit cheec' You ain fuckin w me
Let a nigga come play choppa louder than
Beats smoke exotic get high gotta take me a seat
That lil money you got? make that shit in my sleep

Walk Down Walk Down im boutta creep. You can call me the goat
Yeah them lil niggas sheep′s
Dont forget im not ducking or hiding from beefs
Send a shot too his gut ball him up like a sheet

Say you trapping hard? Nigga you aint trap enough
100 bags on a truck
Westcoast load comin in yeah them packages stuffed
If its up then its stuck. Fuck around with them Opp niggas?
Shit get u plucked. Slide Thru Drop Shots couple niggas got crushed
If you beefing with me Keep that shit onna Hush

Heard he said he aint fucking with me? I aint asking it
We in them Hot Cars Boutta go smashin it
Roadie jus came home, Geekin And Taggin it
And im up off them bags, i aint gotta bag in it

Say that you with me? You aint
I been beefing so hard put the paint where it aint
Stuffed deep in the field bitch i feel like a saint
20 piece in my pocket walked straight out the bank