Trapp Hmu Lyrics

He folded a lil but that nigga ain't break, to win do whatever it takes

Flex in the mud, I got mud on my J's, straight out the mud I come from a place ain't nobody wanna go

Jumped in these streets jurahnimo

What you hiding this shit from your mama for?

When Trapp hit me up I pick up the phone, cause we don't chill no more

I miss my nigga like why did you leave?

Texting yo phone till that blue turn green, see yo face and I wake out of my sleep

Pray for your dukes til she don't need me

I wasn't hip I just seen it on TV

I love my niggas when I make it out, best believe that I'm bringing y'all with me

No I ain't gonna lie I ain't test run the keys, I had just hopped in a rental

We looking for em till niggas get dizzy, we spinning and spinning and spinning

Go Kobe on niggas that switching

Get em gone good ridance

Problem solved, and it's only free when that camera ain't on,

Better pick up if you tell me to call

It's a new year how you dropping

The ball?

He touched down and still fumbled

Big as fuck still a sucker

Went home when Trapp punched him and shit nah it couldn't be me

I be outside when you looking for me

Clean a dirty Glock add a Benji button

Addressing the kid say shit with your chest, like I draw with my left boa this shit get ugly

Stuck in the mix I got problems on

Problems

In a shoebox stacking dollars on dollars

I got my dog I'ma ice out his collar

Shorty came through tryna turn to a scholar

She in this bitch and she call

Me a father

Don't got a gun why even bother?

Manslaughter if you step wrong, it's free for a G to get stepped on

He folded a lil but that nigga ain't break, to win do whatever it takes

Flex in the mud, I got mud on my J's, straight out the mud I come from a place ain't nobody wanna go

Jumped in these streets jurahnimo

What you hiding this shit from your mama for?

When Trapp hit me up I pick up the phone, cause we don't chill no more

Had to teach him how to fuck with the switch, we was cool now I'm fucking his bitch

I call Dolla and he go rob a plug, he always walk out with a bag full of drugs, and Pablo get violent

Mike's guitar a little ARP so it look like violin

Like chips we dip when niggas hear sirens

Cant beef he a veggie I guess bitch on a diet

Trenchy outside with a whip and no license, I got two blicks

Only one got a license

The other switched up and it's shooting precisely

Why would you wanna fight a nigga that's like me?

I'm a lil nigga but big in these streets

Don't go anywhere if I don't got a heat, I been everywhere on two feet

Since I was a jit I been T'd, aye, aye

He wanna beef but we just tryna eat, she want this shit more than me, aye

Saving her cheese for a Glock, no cap that shit hot cause we want her own beam, aye

She thinking she me or sumn

We the opps ain't no peace with them

We still up serving at 3am

You shook or (Shakur) you a birdie, Above The Rim

He folded a lil but that nigga ain't break, to win do whatever it takes

Flex in the mud, I got mud on my J's, straight out the mud I come from a place ain't nobody wanna go

Jumped in these streets jurahnimo

What you hiding this shit from your mama for?

When Trapp hit me up I pick up the phone, cus we don't chill no more