Traps Life (Re-Release Version) lyrics

[Chorus]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast, ayy
I don't got no problem cause my b*tch bad, ayy
You be talkin' nonsense, where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
[?], where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's

[Verse]
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out, you should watch your mouth
Free my n*ggas locked up in the pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib to go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented, yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson, yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, n*gga, you a dummy n*gga, I don't f*ck with n*ggas
Run a n*gga, I'ma run a n*gga, where my money, n*gga?
Funny thing, them n*ggas talkin' sh*t, I used to run with n*ggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin' bread where it's sunny, n*gga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
[?] with the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My b*tch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk sh*t, you gon' find out what this gun do
[Chorus]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast, ayy
I don't got no problem cause my b*tch bad, ayy
You be talkin' nonsense, where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
[?], where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's

[Verse]
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out, you should watch your mouth
Free my n*ggas locked up in the pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib to go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented, yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson, yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, n*gga, you a dummy n*gga, I don't f*ck with n*ggas
Run a n*gga, I'ma run a n*gga, where my money, n*gga?
Funny thing, them n*ggas talkin' sh*t, I used to run with n*ggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin' bread where it's sunny, n*gga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
[?] with the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My b*tch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk sh*t, you gon' find out what this gun do
[Chorus]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast, ayy
I don't got no problem cause my b*tch bad, ayy
You be talkin' nonsense, where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
[?], where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's