Trap Story

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Ayy [Verse] Bitch, you fuckin' with a boss, I don't talk much (Nah) Ho don't bring me 'round her friends, I leave 'em starstruck When they talkin' 'bout some money, know they talkin' us Ain't talkin' 'bout you 'cause your lil' money ain't big enough (Nah, nah) I hit the strip for laptops, see with her baby daddy This nigga muggin', wonderin' why he keep lookin' at me He better not look at Joc too long, this nigga trigger happy (Trigger happy) But let a nigga play with me, you know them bitches blastin' Plus I move how a boss move This shit ain't nothin' to a boss, boo Plus, I know it's big homie He a spot worker, that's his man's work Run through the bag then post the money on the 'Gram first And that's the type of niggas you like Me and all my niggas turn around, this shit too nice Count it up and make a bitch book the whole crew flights Head up to the jeweler, tell him get the whole crew iced I'm plugged in, my baby, I can give a bitch a new life Quick to tell a nigga ain't 'bout money, you can't talk to me (Nah) I got loyal friends, they gon' get that work off of me Plug hit my line, nigga, get this work off of me Nigga, is you throwin' me them bitches? You gon' offer T? Hang around gorillas, nothin' but apes at our parties, B Boy, don't start with me, got that chopper in the car with me Fiends make my line ring, ring, I feel like Cardi B I'm that one nigga in the field you gon' hardly see Can't believe you believe niggas, cappin' for the 'Gram I get that work and then I tax it, call me Uncle Sam Type of nigga hit the party, pistol in my pants Right before I left up out the kitchen, I was mixin' grams Make a bitch go do the dishes, don't forget the pants Bitch, we in here cookin' chickens, don't forget the yams Type to turn three to six, I'm the fucking man I can show these lil'-ass niggas how to get some bands Bitch, I came up sellin' work out of town Rental car clean, put that work on the 'Hound (Nigga) Jumped off the porch, I can't turn back now Ayy, play with your life, like Mary J., it's goin' down Look at me now, ain't expect me to turn around Had to cut some people off 'cause they ain't wanna hold me down I was whippin' up a chicken sittin' thinkin' 'bout the times Yellin' free all of my niggas, sick my niggas ain't around