Trap Addict lyrics

[Intro]: 2Pac Shakur
But you know what else? I don’t give a f*ck
I don’t give a f*ck about you. I don’t give a f*ck about Steel
I don’t give a f*ck about Raheem, either. I don’t give a f*ck about myself
Look, I ain’t sh*t. I ain’t never gonna be sh*t and you less of a man than me, so as soon as I decide that you ain’t goin be sh*t, *bang*!
So be it. You remember that, motherf*cker
‘Cause I’m the one you need to be worried about

[Verse 1]: 7981 Kal
I dont no job im a trap addict
Last week I got busted but im back at it
16 in the trap serving crack addicts
Last year I made a killing off they bad habits
Ayo dee grab the Pyrex and the Soda n*gga
Throw that b*tch on the stove and lеts whip coke
I learned еverything I know from Bro JD
He said hit it with that ice watch that b*tch float
Cody call me every other day n*gga
He like Kal I can't wait till I get home
I said broodie what the f*ck can't you wait for
He said he I miss my daughter they took that I got a play for him
You already know i'm sliding and I respect at it
Broodie's bought a TEC and i'm dying to go test that
Just hit his head you got a aim where his neck at
And I still be chilling on that block your mans got left at
[Verse 2]: Illy Dee
I can't leave the house without that big pole
All black HD on a glizmo
Four deep Four heats with those kids on
My n*ggas scoring back to back like its ping pong
Steady shooting like like i'm Kobe i'm a team player
Mask up I dont care if I see Neighbors
Catch a smack do the dash like im speed racer
Close range still attack you with that green lazer
HSM when we shoot b*tch we hit faces
Only thing on the scene is them shell cases
How you sprinting to that bag double tie laces
b*tch trying to suck di*k so I let her face it
f*ck the traphouse I take her to my momma basement
n*ggas out here ducking rap they ain't gang banging
They ain't out here busting traps, They ain't dope slaying
Im with your whole hanging, No time to argue I got no patience

[Verse 3]: 7981 Kal
Police asking questions we dont answer them
Big ass bullets climb your back like a tranchala
Im like [?] what you got that K for
He said I need a body .223s and make them pay for it
Im always gonna ride round with that glizzy on me
Just incase an opp b*tch get a drizzy on me
I swear that will be the day I slap you with the K
That chopper lift you up and put you down this b*tch no MMA
I dont got no job im a drill n*gga
Go ahead and ask about me b*tch I kill n*ggas
Big ass bullets hit your face how it feel n*gga
Im a dog you a b*tch ain't no real n*gga
16 I was out here on my gang sh*t I kept a stainless
Hit his top make it painless
17 I caught cases got indited ain't nobody post my bail I went to trial had to fight it n*gga