Trap Stories lyrics

by

Bankroll Freddie


[Intro]
Yeah
Trap story
(FOEVERROLLING)

[Verse 1]
Trappin' out my mama house, I had to pay the bills
Coming home and the lights off, you don't know how that feel
No food up in the freezer, some ramen noodle was the meal
I had to get it how I live, so it is what it is
No man up in the crib, ayy, I'm the man of the house
Couldn't let my family starve, so l had to figure it out
Hundred dollar, gotta ounce
From the time that me and Trill, we had hit the streets
I swear to God, we gave them b*tches hell
Pourin' eight for the five, I was shortenin' n*ggas' grams
One seventy-five, makе that off of twenty-eight grams
Trap goin' ham, down to two zip like еveryday
Seen my first 1K, I knew that I could make a way
Took the plug the whole rack, I said, "What I could get for this?" Should o seen a n*gga face when he had gave me a whole brick
Sixteen zips, I'm talkin' four, forty-eight grams
Bust it down in point eights, but my travel goin' ham, damn

[Bridge]
n*gga, I remember my first pound, n*gga, it was '09
I was fifteen
Man, we was goin' through it, my mama gambling
Daddy wasn't around
My sister had just got the kid took by DHS
Man, so at fifteen, l had to make somethin' shake
Man, I had to be a man, no more little boy sh*t
You either struggle or hussle and go get it
n*gga, I went and got it (Got it)
[Verse 2]
Seventeen, grown man, couldn't nobody tell me sh*t
I had really leveled up, I was gettin' fifty bricks
Fifty 'bows of that Reggie, boy, your trap wasn't doing this
Had the whole city sowed up, my whole team lit
Front my whole gang pounds, I told my n*ggas, "Get it up"
Lost so much money tryna get my n*ggas' money up
But I ain't give a f*ck, I was tryna put my n*ggas on
Really ran It up when they introduced me, ayy, to that strong
Thirty-four a buck, I was gettin' bussed up
But sh*t, I ain't give a f*ck, because I had the best stuff
Two seventy-five a zip and I was making forty-four
Made a rack off every 'bow and ran up a hundred more

[Outro]
sh*t so crazy, man, I had one hundred bands put up
I thought I was rich, haha
I ain't see the big picture, man, when plug bring me two-hundred pounds a month
I ain't give a f*ck 'long as Migo was comin' through, I was straight
Only if I knew what I woulda knew now, you know what I'm sayin'?
I woulda been a millionaire
sh*t crazy
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