Trappin lyrics

[Hook]
Rollin' up a big 'ol blunt, spark that sh*t up with a flame
Take a hit, i rip it hard, feel the chronic in my brain
Do not ever smoke too much, it'll make you go insane
And don't ever f*ck with thots, they play these n*ggas like a game
Do not ever mess with them, only f*ck you for the fame
All these b*tches want is clout, flashing tits they got no shame
Taking all these big ass loads, they don't even know my name
Most of all these b*tches boring, all of them just act the same

[Verse 1]
I got that Glock right on my side
And know i'll pull it quick
Keep the safety off just
In case I need to hit a lick
Stole his wallet and his chains
I sold it for a brick
I broke it down and packaged it
Then went and flipped the sh*t
Fifty pounds up in the trap
We bout to turn it up
Got that lean up in the bottle
Pour it in my cup
Little b*tch she hit me up
She wanna buy a dub
Hittin' shorty from the back
You know i f*ck it up
[Hook]
Rollin' up a big 'ol blunt, spark that sh*t up with a flame
Take a hit, i rip it hard, feel the chronic in my brain
Do not ever smoke too much, it'll make you go insane
And don't ever f*ck with thots, they play these n*ggas like a game
Do not ever mess with them, only f*ck you for the fame
All these b*tches want is clout, flashing tits they got no shame
Taking all these big ass loads, they don't even know my name
Most of all these b*tches boring, all of them just act the same

[Verse 2]
Then I tell her get the f*ck out
Get my nut and then i'm done
Gotta slang and put in work
I'm robbing n*ggas with my gun
I tote and let the pistol bang
Im doing all this sh*t for fun
I aim the red dot at his face
And it'll make a pus*y run
Try to blow up my phone, but ill hit you later
Trynna talk all that sh*t, b*tch you just a hater
Selling bomb that is strong, trynna get some paper
I been doing sh*t alone, not stopping like a skater
50 ounces in the back
Know i'm finna flip that
Cop a round we bounce back
Posted up up in the trap
Finna catch a n*gga lack
All we make him see is black
Cause you know we f*cking pack
sh*t that'll make a n*gga crack
[Verse 3]
Bout to start it, get this joint lit
2 gloves on my fist, finna get hit
Think strong of myself, like a cool kid
Take rips to the dome, know i get it
The fit that i wear, a drip outfit
Too hot up in here, now i gotta dip
Hop up in the whip, now we swerving
Ride slow, picked a chick, got her twerkin
Take her back to the crib, yeah she work it
Then i pass right to my homie, finna get split
Givin her to all the brodies, yeah she submit
And her clit got it good, i be rubbing
And know my di*k is too big, got her hurtin
But it hit the right spot, hoe is squirting
And she f*ck me real good, for a Birkin
Then i throw that b*tch out, now she lurking
Lurking deep up in the night, and catch em lacking
Keep my pistol by my side, you know im packing
Fifty ounces in the back, im always stacking
Wanna buy some fire from me, know i'm taxing

[Hook]
Rollin' up a big 'ol blunt, spark that sh*t up with a flame
Take a hit, i rip it hard, feel the chronic in my brain
Do not ever smoke too much, it'll make you go insane
And don't ever f*ck with thots, they play these n*ggas like a game
Do not ever mess with them, only f*ck you for the fame
All these b*tches want is clout, flashing tits they got no shame
Taking all these big ass loads, they don't even know my name
Most of all these b*tches boring, all of them just act the same