Cross Country lyrics

[Verse 1:]
[?] my first hundred thousand
Got me a plug, and that money start piling
Got that new Coope with 0 milage
Faragamo down in my trap house stylen
I don't need no motherf*ckin stylest
Young n*ggas wildin, moder [?]
I sent that sh*t back to the plug, and told him I don't want it if it ain't the loudest
[?]
Imma come get it
Get that sh*t back to my own city
Tax these n*ggas, I ain't showing no love
Send it to my dawgs for the low low
I make a b*tch look good, a young n*gga caked up
I never ever f*ck with a broke ho
Na that's a no no
I made her give me head so long, that [?] saur throat
Stait to stait, eating steak
Getting cake, never trust a n*gga if he can't look you in the face
Yeah I'm living good
But only if you knew what it takes

[Chorus:]
I'm trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin
Trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin, trappin
Cross country trappin
[Verse 2:]
I ain't ever had sh*t, so I went and got it
One day I might be in [?]
The next day in ATL, [?] might pull up in a Rari
I sell dope, that's my job
n*gga this ain't no motherf*ckin hobby
I heard some n*ggas wanna rob me
So I turned up a lil more [?]
I don't give a f*ck, you know how I be
Let a n*gga try me
sh*t gonna get a little sloppy
When I was finished with your b*tch, she was knock kneed
Remember I was looking for a plug, ran into this b*tch said her daddy got keys
I had to break it down to the b*tch, I don't sell blow
But the price so cheap, I might as well though
Lil mama wanna f*ck, you can tell though
But me, I don't give a damb though
Cross country trappin
Cross country trappin
I just got here, and did whatever I had to do to make this sh*t happen
Turn a hundred dollars to a hundred thousand
Dope boy magic

[Chorus:]
I'm trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin
Trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin, trappin
Cross country trappin