Trap n*gga lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm a trap n*gga, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
Trap n*gga, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
Trap n*gga, I don't touch nothing, but I sell plenty
Trap n*gga, riding around in a Honda with the bales in it
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga, do it for my trap n*ggas
I'm in the trap with it, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga

[Verse 1: ManMan Savage]
I'm a trap n*gga, I ain't gotta say, yeah, you can tell
I'm a trap n*gga, got a lot of stories I could tell
Thirteen, had a triple beam scale, putting mid on the scale
Robbing n*ggas, I feel like Hank, I'm the king of the hill
Open doors with the strap, everybody in here strapped
Got them 30s, I don't strap them
Got them 50s, I don't strap them
Take this sh*t to Candler Road, me and Marqo making caps
You can get trapped in the trap
One way in, ain't no way out

[Verse 2: DrugRixh Pe$o]
Real trappers in the country [?]
f*ck that b*tch in her mouth, you're gonna kiss and tell
I done ran up the racks, you better wish me well
Keep a hard Glock 40 with the scale
I [?] with me, stripping plugs for a bale
Give them to my youngin's, let them sell them
I'm trapping gas, your sh*t don't gotta smell
Don't f*ck with that b*tch 'cause she had a little smell
I started selling dimes, couldn't get enough
Trap bankroll, look like mega bucks
Plug said f*ck the plane, use the Mega Bus
Got your b*tch on the drugs, she think she on angel dust
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm a trap n*gga, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
Trap n*gga, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
Trap n*gga, I don't touch nothing, but I sell plenty
Trap n*gga, riding around in a Honda with the bales in it
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga, do it for my trap n*ggas
I'm in the trap with it, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm a trap n*gga

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm a trap n*gga
You a pus*y n*gga
Heard you going out, bad
Plugged in, strapped up, hundred n*ggas wearing MONY flags
Xans, lean, bricks, n*ggas got hundred bags
Keep the chopper tucked off in my duffel bag
Real trap n*gga, fell in love with Glad bags
And I was having glad, n*gga, you can add that
I'm on Candler Road, n*gga, got a Grand Canyon
I shoot that sh*t up, wipe my pistol with my bandana

[Verse 4: DrugRixh Hect]
I poured a four of Hitech in a Tropicana
And I'm rich off drugs, b*tch, I've never been a scammer
Playing that fake rich sh*t gon' have you ass for ransom
This n*gga thought this sh*t was sweet, I popped his on camera
That Draco hold a hundred rounds, this b*tch ain't got no hammer
In the car, just serving junkies on Candler
I f*cked that little swoop, then I put her on camera
Wrong rag, n*gga, check the bandana
Scoreboard, I ain't taking taking no loss
How the f*ck you think I got these triple crosses?
Double dribble, I just criss-crossed him
You've been going out back, you ain't been with no bosses
DrugRixh, we ain't taking no losses
Get some shots fired 'bout some pillow talking
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm a trap n*gga, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
Trap n*gga, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
Trap n*gga, I don't touch nothing, but I sell plenty
Trap n*gga, riding around in a Honda with the bales in it
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga, do it for my trap n*ggas
I'm in the trap with it, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm a trap n*gga
I'm a trap n*gga