Trappers Disguise Lyrics

I said yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Trappers that's in disguise, burgundy in my eyes

These Arizona bushes, they be so dry

Wash it down with a Sprite, watch hundreds collide

Falling right from the sky

Kenny Lofton and I be so high

Riverfront in 305

I'll be down, park by the side with B. Brown

With knee problems I hide

I say Bobby Brown, Whitney problems I hide

That's Bull 45 right on my side

That little tote full, cocaine glass fool

Dark shade glass pulled down over my eyes

Trappers that's in disguise

And I just be chilling man

Smoke my little weed, drink my little drink

You know I throw my couple dollars

Shit, you know, I toot my little toot, you know

Ain't nobody else business

Shit, I keep that thang on me, doe

Definitely keep that thang on me

Shit, you know

Where's my motherfucking glasses

These shoes get in them

Bruise a kidney

Two to the chin, piece of shit

These miles hard as it get

Mild tartar my fish

Dinner served

Where the fuck is your dish

These hoes thirsty as shit

Please have you a sip

Trappers that's in disguise

Hope my son, can see me rise

Dopamine hit, the brighter I get

It's 545

Either way you looking at it, look at him

I am him, he is me

That chest gold underneath, I'm a shine

Mr. T, I said I'm the shi

My nigga don't miss the T

I mean, that's my young nigga forever, you know

I mean, shit

That's my other half, man

It's some beautiful mornings out here, baby

Some beautiful mornings

We gon' shine, baby

We gon' shine

Preferably white tees

These guns'll break the sleeves

None of your business if you know me

Sleep with the fishes

Jaws and Seabiscuit

Boy, is he gifted

Present wrapped circles, heavens, yes

I am blessed

Ill Mufasa you lioness

Alpha male at its best

Take a chunk right out your chest

Open face, sandwich neck up

Cause ain't no stitching the rest

Blood, tears

Drenched in this fucking sweat

You ain't seen nothing yet

Just a trapper that's in disguise

Trappers that's in disguise

Nigga, I'm strictly lil white tee

Shit

Nigga play if they want to, nigga, I stay in that gym

Okay

Okay

Yeah

Bite your motherfucking head off, boy

Take a chunk right out your goddamn chest

Ain't no stitching that shit up

Blood, sweat, and tears in this thing