Country Trapper 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Woah, woah, woah (I came back to re-up) I came to re-up I'm back at it (Workin' twenty-five a day) I'm a god, I'm a god, I'm a hustle god I'm a god, I'm a god, I'm a hustle god Country trapper, country trapper, country trapper, yuh, yuh Ayy, yuh (Ayy), yuh ([?] produced the beat) [Chorus] Country trapper, firecracker Ship the package with the tracker, ayy Put it on the scale, the triple [?] in the wrapper (Whoo) Big ol' boxes of exotics; best believe I'm [?] (Yeah) I be shoppin' on the humble when I slide through [?] (Whoo) [Verse 1] Quarterback, make 'em touchdown My wild rеceivers runnin' money routеs (Money routes) I graduated to a plug now I turned the trap to a hunnid house We [?] piles, we stay grindin' All damn night 'til the sun's out Flood the town in the fuckin' drought Hit the Midwest, then come south (Come on) Distribution deep in Ohio, from Columbus to Youngstown Florida boy, I make myself proud Came a long way from my mama's couch (Came up) I'm in Georgia for a pre-trial I beat the case, then I peace out (Peace out) My ice ting like bling, blaow My chain lookin' like a snowplow (Baow, baow, baow) Twenty-eight for the whole pound Blunts in rotation, merry-go-round From the Bay Area to SoCal We're from an ounce to [?] (Yes sir) Real recognize real, my business been A1 I'm a natural-born hustler, baby, I just rap for fun (Yeah) [Chorus] Country trapper, firecracker Mr. Blueface, hunnid stacker Shake 'em big like [?] ([?]) Hustle, movin', count them racks up Proud American, throw my flag up Send 'em to Maryland, now to Seattle Rep me a caravan, ready to travel Heard they legalized in the Big Apple (Ayy) [Verse 2] Baby girl text me "Come home" on my cell phone (Wink, wink) Way, way that we always did it on it, we get stoned Long-strokin' to the bed, locked like the Flintstones Put it so much work, I deserve a PPP loan (Yeah) Rock bottom, droppin' a [?], I'm in Texas, [?] Show my dawg in Austin; he a stunter, I nickname him Stone Cold (Stunter) Drive to Dallas, swing to Oklahoma just to smoke strong With my brother stuffin' loud in a [?], cold (It's [?]) I'm in Gainesville, my face Gator like I'm Tim Tebow (Quarterback) Gambled on myself like a Seminole casino (Oh) The way I protect it, I'm highly blessed I'm the Hustle God CEO, the one that sign the check (Leggo) [Chorus] Country trapper, firecracker Watch me grindin', fill this bag up When you keep your flow consistent, man, that paper comin' faster (Run it up) Loyal clientele, keep 'em hooked like bait and tackle Watch me stack a million dollars from a YouTube channel (Country trapper, country trapper, country trapper—)