Trap Lyrics

It's Joe from yo

He's buggin' me

Buggin' the fuck out

Codeine and Perky I trap, uh

Turn up and run with them racks, uh

Fuck me a bitch in the back, uh

Roasts and roasts in the back, uh

Then you know it's a fact, uh

I was never known for the cap, uh

I need the percs where it's at, uh

Tell em bring the percs to the trap, uh

I can't trust no hoes cause these bitches lie and say they don't know

I can't trust no thot cause these bitches poppin' where they friends close

Please don't touch me back

My young nigga, you shoot true blind

Two books back, hook straps

Yeah, you know he keep his 9 on, yeah

He shootin' that, yeah

The rubies clap, yeah

My shooters clap, yeah

They screamin', who is that

Yeah, you movin' back

Yeah, the rumors use a rap

And we shootin' that

And your nigga, that's cool with that

Got your bitch in the truck, she suck, she fuck

She do what I want

And she roll my blunt, she know it's fun

She roll until it's stuffed

And you buy her this, you buy her that, but that is not enough

And she hold it and miss hold it, and she tuck it like a gun

And she goin' state to state, she movin' like she on the run

And I show her how to work it, now she do it on her own

Codeine and Perky, I trap, uh

Con up and run with them racks, uh

Fuck your bitch from the back, uh

Roachin' Roach in the bag, uh

Then you know it's a fact, uh

I was never known for the cap, uh

I need a purse where it's at, uh

Tell him bring the purse to the trap, uh

Bring the purse to the spot, bring the purse to the crib

You know just where we live

And you know you need to pass before you come across that bridge

If you talkin' to talk, you know you talk to Sosa or to Sid

And if you talk about my niggas, then we shootin' at your wig

Shootin' at your top, aiming down your block

But we did, and you let it rock

You took it on the hop, it kicked

I ain't even out the lot, till the check is dropped

You can check it yourself, I bet money get clear on the spot

Personally, it ain't all I got

I got some math you can flip and you can make a lot

Yeah, that's on my block

Codeine and Perky, I trap, uh

Count up and run with them racks, uh

Fuck your bitch from the back, uh

Roachin' Roach in the bag, uh

Then you know it's a fact, uh

I was never known for the cap, uh

I need a purse where it's at, uh

Tell them bring the britches to the trap, uh