Real Trappers ft. Danny Towers Lyrics

(Matt, you're crazy)

Yeah

Got so many motherfuckin' blicks in the whip with me

50 round, yeah, that Glock got some big titties

Pray none of my bitches ever try to get slick with me

And if she trying to get rich, tell her get with me

I'm a real trapper, I like shit broke down

I can get you locked in for a band for 48 grams right now

Said he want that molly off white, I can make that bitch tan right now

I might fuck around and sent a kite to my niggas in the jam right now

(Kite to my niggas in the jam right now)

Couldn't wait to get it, I'ma go and get it right now

Every time I hit it, knock it out of sight like, wow

Shit on me before and now you actin' fuckin' tight now

Got 'em lookin' lost boy, fuck around and find out, uh

Better switch pronouns, got my name in they mouth

And they can't even pronounce it

I walk into town like I'm the one that done found it

She like I'm well-rounded and love how I'm soundin

That's velvet, but I'm goin' hard and this bitch need a helmet

Got that 7-11 through the bag, you can smell it

Don't do pillow talkin', I just let her friends tell it

Natural gentleman, I guess that's why she overzealous

Don't explain let 'em embellish, I ain't never been a felon

I was trapped and they was trappin', it's the same they just don't get it

I can't work and 9-5 uh uh, how much I gotta tell it

I just smoke it, I don't sell it, fuck a debit, give me credit, uh

Feel like ssolumm, they ain't used to this

Real trapper on some trap shit, with a groovy kick

Florida boys, bitch we from the South, but you knew that shit

I'm in good hands, All State, don't need insurance, bitch

Got so many motherfuckin' blicks in the whip with me

50 round, yeah, that Glock got some big titties

Pray none of my bitches ever try to get slick with me

And if she trying to get rich, tell her get with me

I'm a real trapper, I like shit broke down

I can get you locked in for a band for 48 grams right now

Said he want that molly off white, I can make that bitch tan right now

I might fuck around and sent a kite to my niggas in the jam right now

(Kite to my niggas in the jam right now)

Send a kite, uh

Bitch, I'm higher than that

Never been inside a cell, but I know I felt trapped

Tried to put me in a box when I first started rappin

Said that it was just trap shit, I wasn't trappin

Never let 'em undervalue me, workin' gradually

I can never ever get to E, keep the gas with me

Showin' out at shows, bring my pops with me so he can see

I'm driven like a six-speed

Thick skin, I can't never let 'em under me

Even though that all the people talkin' shit are under me

Honor roll in high school, but the flow so stupid

From the Florida water, they don't know the jit Cuban

Trying to get my wrist like that

Makin' money off of music, that's a life hack

Watch the people closest to you change

And all the chicks from back in the days will start to write back

This was all in my aim, I'm really like that

Said I'm him, and I put my chest in it

Not from Destin, but I feel like I'm destined to get it

It was just rappin' till I put myself in it

Only speak what I know, so I don't expect you to get it, uh

I'm a real trapper, I like shit broke down

I can get you locked in for a band for 48 grams right now

Said he want that molly off white, I can make that bitch tan right now

I might fuck around and send a kite to my niggas in the jam right now