Symba - Get Out The Trap текст песни

Текст песни Get Out The Trap - Symba



Yeah, yeah
Tired of this motherfucker big dawg
(Hey it's Gooney Tunes)
Niggas got way more shit to live for
On God
I got the fam' on my back, can't get too relaxed
All I got is this pack, I'm tryna get out the trap
Got so much on my plate, I should give you the scraps
I eat, hustle, and stack, I'm tryna get out the trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm tryna get out the trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm tryna get out the trap
Yeah
I'm 'bout to hit my block with a bird (Brrr)
Gotta pay my rent by the first
Tryna move my mom to the 'burbs
Young nigga stay true to your word (True to your word)
Tryna turn the two into three,
While I dodge these racist police (Skrrt)
My BM all in my business, gotta move my work up thе street (Damn)
Niggas want me to die for some shit
Likе it'll help keep them alive (Fuck)
If I went to jail, they try to fuck on my girl
And take food from my child (Damn)
Put dirt on my name
Niggas do all of that cappin' and none of it's verified
If I was to die,
They celebrate me like they don't do niggas when they alive (Ayy)
A lot of niggas out here running from cops
The same way that they running the block
But you don't hear opportunity knock
This shit'll make you wanna knock off a opp (Grrra)
Niggas ready to go run in the spot
And you outside tryna flex with a watch (Why?)
If it ain't 'bout growth, I ain't tryna talk
I ain't no nigga that's tryna floss
I got the fam' on my back, can't get too relaxed (Nah)
All I got is this pack, I'm tryna get out the trap (Yeah)
Got so much on my plate, I should give you the scraps
I eat, hustle, and stack, I'm tryna get out the trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
(This shit is over my nigga, we done did this shit for too long)
I'm tryna get out the trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
(We need a new hustle, a new way to get it, this ain't it)
I'm tryna get out the trap
I've been putting too much value in all of the wrong shit
Still tryna get money with all these niggas
That I don't belong with (Damn)
It's too many of us that's doing the same shit, it's a long list (Man)
Tryna help everybody else will make you forget about your own shit
(Don't do that)
I was taught to bring up whoever help me get there (Help me get there)
But sometimes a nigga who helped you get there, don't play shit fair
(Shit)
Most times you find a common goal, then niggas switch there's
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you bring niggas to the table just to fight over the big chair
(Yeah, yeah)
I flooded out my wristwear (Ayy)
All the shit I see is big bear (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't no bench player
I walk into this shit, player
I don't ever get scared
When it come to the struggle, I been there (Hey)
I hate the way I live there
I'ma get out then go reinvent there (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the fam' on my back (My back), can't get too relaxed (No)
All I got is this pack, I'm tryna get out the trap (Ayy)
Got so much on my plate, I should give you the scraps
I eat, hustle, and stack, I'm tryna get out the trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm tryna get out the trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm tryna get out the trap
Yeah



Авторы: Curtis Washington, Demario Driver, Donald Meadows, Avery Earls, Riobard Glynndon Robertson


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