Trappin Work lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Trappin' work, bando
Money callin', bank roll
Always ballin', I flex ho
I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Margiela, n*gga
That be the hyped up
He said that n*gga
Take her from my block (No way!)
That be a lie
I pull out the strap
With infrared beam
And turn that b*tch n*gga to cyclops
Jesus piece
With the praying hands, they cost a grip
Gotcha main b*tch all on Lil Uzi di*k
I whip and I whip
I sip and I sip
Coordinating some b*tches on that pack
Now they all up in my mitt
I'ma ride up in the semi
I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me
Kickin' your door if you owe me all the Benji's
Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece
b*tch n*gga tendencies
You not a friend of me
You are not one of me
You are my enemy
Gettin' that chopper got b*tch on me
That b*tch go "blaww"
I'm kickin' the sh*t with my squad like we playing soccer
I'm getting that money, to a fifty and hundred
I'm trappin' and trappin'
These n*ggas look at me like I am their father
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert + Kur]
Trappin' work, bando
Money callin', bank roll
Always ballin', I flex ho
I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough (Uh, uh, uh!)
I got all this damn dough (Uh!)
I got all this damn dough

[Verse 2: Kur]
Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me
Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean
Before I was rappin' had low self esteem
Now I got bad b*tches all on they knees
Now I f*ck b*tches that wear Maybelline
Can't make this up, this sh*t's not make believe
Dre in the bushes, he plottin' on n*ggas
Oh my God he got a chop' with a beam!
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And suckin' di*k, what the f*ck do you mean?
Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke
Stupid lil' b*tch I got knots in my jeans!
Same old b*tch that was callin' me ugly!
Look at her now, That b*tch mouthing me clean
I know my n*ggas ain't coppin' no pleas
None of y'all n*ggas can't stop for my team!
Uh! Get what we want
Stuntin' on b*tches that front
b*tch can I f*ck? "No, you must wait a month"
Come on lil' ho are you dumb?
I do it big like I'm Pun
All of these rappers my sons, uh
'Case you ain't know, that b*tch you love
Me and her we've ran a train, uh
Made her our ho
Boys know I got 'em, it was all love from the start
Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light
We mix the lean with the Sprite
Yo' b*tch ain't spendin' the night
Yo' b*tch not even my type
f*cked her so you could get mad!
I f*cked her now you wanna fight, hah!
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Trappin' work, bando
Money callin', bank roll
Always ballin', I flex ho
I got all this damn dough (Yeah!)
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough
I got all this damn dough