Trap Trap lyrics

[Chorus: Trouble]
Could nap, but I want that Range Rover
sh*t in the hood, sh*t in the back
I get them Ms, I get them Ms
Got the tech, what you doin, f*ck the red one
We from the trentches, from the streets
Trap trap, trap trap
You don't know what it like here
This sh*t come with a strap
Pull up on the police, they goin to tap

[Verse 1: Spodee]
I’m gettin 25 hundred for a walkthrough
I cannot turn up on those, what you thought, fool
The new chopper what I need, I bought 2
Too many n*ggas had the hoe, I could've bought you
I keep the 56
I could not get a ride
You can't see me trippin off the Hennessy
You ain’t got no one inside, I pray for the cases I caught, n*gga
Them other cases I ride
I been gettin money so much, I drop the top on the car cause I want it
Two blunts sweating when we do this sh*t
Just left the dealership
I ain't bout to sign them papers, na
Imma get it on my own risk
I remember being homeless
Now the only fish I eat boneless
[Chorus: Trouble]
Could nap, but I want that Range Rover
sh*t in the hood, sh*t in the back
I get them Ms, I get them Ms
Got the tech, what you doin, f*ck the red one
We from the trentches, from the streets
Trap trap, trap trap
You don't know what it like here
This sh*t come with a strap
Pull up on the police, they goin to tap

[Verse 2: Trouble]
Say you f*ckin with tap, got some real n*ggas with me, for a long time
Toat the Russian, I don't f*ck unless you hold down a goldmine
You n*ggas too extra, I know they ain't bout to bust sh*t
Close my eyes, and say a prayer quick
A Town, and I get a lot of licks
Say yes to the moddles, the motto this
pus*y n*gga playin games
I don't give f*ck bout no damb crimes
That's some sh*t you would die for
sh*t that you won't fight bout
Double barol, then your eyes out
f*ck ya’ll, then we ride out
f*ck good, then drive out
You really tryna test a damb hustler
We had all your sh*t on the camquarter
She throw that pus*y when her man gone
Hundred bands, and I get it
All she needed was a hundred seconds
[Chorus: Trouble]
Could nap, but I want that Range Rover
sh*t in the hood, sh*t in the back
I get them Ms, I get them Ms
Got the tech, what you doin, f*ck the red one
We from the trentches, from the streets
Trap trap, trap trap
You don’t know what it like here
This sh*t come with a strap
Pull up on the police, they goin to tap