Trapping Out Lyrics

Yeah if niggas wasnt beefin they wouldnt have nothing to

Hold on if niggas wasngt beefing they wouldnt have nothing to rap about

Niggas aint getting no money

If niggas wasnt beefing they wouldnt have nothing to rap about

Niggas got the crib hit but fuck it we still trapping out

He came with a crowd guess he aint know we was gone clap it out

I aint have a clue which way to go i sat and mapped it out

Young girl aint going for nothing so dont be trying me

Get up and go make her wet soon as she get to drying me

Why would i turn my back on the trap it was first to hire me

Why you saying you got my back and aint gone die for me

She lit on the gram but in person she just another bitch

Flexing for these bitches shit gone turn you to another liq

Niggas wan get bread but cant trap so i aint fronting shit

Tried telling my dog the weed it this nigga want a brick

A down bitch the only type of bitch i can get jiggy with

I cut her off im from the hood she be on high sadity shit

A dickie suit and TIMS out the D im on my Philly shit

I took em off the team cause he a leach and i aint feeling it

I barely been bussing plays i done gave it to my runners

One month front of the store it aint take me the whole summer

Build that phone up

Dykes tryn be like B im getting cloned up

Niggas tryn preach like me but they cant show nun

If niggas wasnt beefing they wouldnt have nothing to rap about

Niggas got the crib hit but fuck it we still trapping out

He came with a crowd guess he aint know we was gone clap it out

I aint have a clue which way to go i sat and mapped it out

Young girl aint going for nothing so dont be trying me

Get up and go make her wet soon as she get to drying me

Why would i turn my back on the trap it was first to hire me

Why you saying you got my back and aint gone die for me

Knew niggas was fake soon as they stepped

She gone fuck cause we flex

Niggas broke so he depressed

Still can double on a ex

Push a P

Remember back Billy B was pushing tees

Go at my chick ya main fling gone be chilling with the team

I was keeping it humble

To get a UP you niggas need me to stumble

When you got bread coming in its gone be easy to love you

How i know it aint the clout you made it easy to fuck you

I turn a bitch into a dime and make it easy to DUB you

5 15 apiece get 10 i need 10

Chick realer than niggas so ion really need friends

Window shopped til i got it i used to try to see in

Bro be off narcotics its sometime its hard to breathe in

If niggas wasnt beefing they wouldnt have nothing to rap about

Niggas got the crib hit but fuck it we still trapping out

He came with a crowd guess he aint know we was gone clap it out

I aint have a clue which way to go i sat and mapped it out

Young girl aint going for nothing so dont be trying me

Get up and go make her wet soon as she get to drying me

Why would i turn my back on the trap it was first to hire me

Why you saying you got my back and aint gone die for me