REAL TRAP OR DIE ft. Baby ea Lyrics

I'm in a bando, I'm hangin' with three trappers Yeah we way more than just three rappers

I gotta turn up the heat, this shit fantastic We Got that work, make you dance after

Real trap or die, you gon' die if you don't trap

If you trappin', this bag gon' be fantastic I be With shooters, they shoot til ya man, asking

I told Mikey, let's go, we can jam after I told Mikey, let's go, we can jam after

I'ma fuck you, then shoot up, yeah, man, after I'm in a trap, I'm a fan, I'm a fanatic

When I hit it, she say, drippa fantastic I'm at The show and I got all the fans actin

They poppin' pills, and Xans after I got to pay Mama bills so I ran traffic

Then I trapped it and trapped til my hands Shattered I'm in a bando, I'm hangin' with Three trappers

You we way more than just three rappers I Gotta turn up the heat, this shit fantastic

We get that work, make you dance after

Real trap or die, you gon' die if you don't trap it

If you trappin', this bag gon' be fantastic

I be with shooters, they shoot up, yeah, man, ask me

I told Mikey, let's go, we can jam after

Real trap or die, if I ain't trappin', I'm rappin

Don't want me slidin', swear to God, I get actin

Call up lil' bros send a blitz like it's madden

Call up those steppe clutchin' the ratchet

Who want the smoke, catch them and blow

Real as it gets, and they want me gone

Fuck all this rap shit, I slide with a chrome

Ain't gotta say it, they already know

It's a race to that bag and these lil' niggas losin

Hop out, give bro a fake like he boosie

Know I'm the shit, they been pickin' and Choosin

Poppin' my shit, they don't know how I do it

Damn, one bro in this shit, he a nuisance

Fucked up the whip, then I copped me a new One

Flash on the sticks, see that boy take a photo

I'm quick to jump in this bitch like a pogo

When I pop out, it's just me and I'm solo

Don't fuck with niggas, Might copped me a 2 Door

I spent so much on this motherfuckin' fit

Hit one time, but one of em missed

Play with my money, you know how it get

Talkin' too much, he can't come on the lick

I sent my bro in to his my assist

Had so many clips, I might film me a skit

I'm in the bando I'm hangin' with three Trappers

Yeah we way more than just three rappers

I gotta turn up the heat, this shit fantastic

We get that work, make you dance after

Real trap, or die, you gon' die if you don't trap

If you trappin', this bag gon' be fantastic

I be with shooters, they shoot if your man l Askin

That's who Mikey, let's go, we can jam after