Rap For Fun

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm still a trapping ass nigga, I just rap for fun Playing with that money, we gon' wrap him up I tried to hit it raw, she told me wrap it up She tried to lay it down, I told her back it up Who you think I'm is, Tyson? The fuck I look like fighting? You fighting for your life, you touch me, we start a riot I fuck bad hoes, I don't even gotta pay 'em, you should try it Two hundred 'bows, that's all I want for Christmas, call Mariah I have them killers creeping through your bushes, I ain't gotta pay them This ho blowin' up my phone, I ain't even get to slay her I just let her suck my dick, she like you always playing Then I'm right back to that money, you know how I'm laying [Verse] They tripping, they like what you think about that bankroll? I'm tired, running up these blues, why would I chase hoеs? Bro just pulled a skit, I told him go and change clothes Shе just ate my dick, then I went and changed hoes You probably crash over a bitch, your name Popeye I fuck bad hoes, then I wave them bye bye Fuck around and make you disappear, like [?] Point the pistols from everywhere, have you cockeyed Stomach hurting, let me grab my cup of lean This ten milli' missin' somethin', I think I need a bean When that smoke get on the floor, we make it hard for niggas to breathe When that smoke be on the floor, we make it realer than what it seems We get to sliding, sliding, sliding, this a playground You never seen it, my dawg, he roll with dog, on the greyhound You talking tough, now I'm in your face, ain't shit to say now Just keep it cool with me 'cause I ain't the one them boys gon' play 'bout You make me mad, I have them killing shit, walk down, drilling shit You probably did shoot your gun before, but, boy, you still a bitch Shit crazy now 'cause niggas snitch when they get out, they still lit And rap niggas act just like prom queens, that's why I wanna quit Riding 'round, .300 Blackout, I'm just spinning blocks My ho, she so bad, I might just get a drop Me and gang be hooping with these hoes, I just pick and pop Nowadays, they shoot at me, I used to shoot a lot My ho, she still lightskinned, the bankroll is still blue To the max he still running through 'bows, what, you need a few? I said that I was done popping them Percs, I mixed 'em with a deuce I wasn't even supposed to fuck your ho, she pulled up with a crew I want a Hellcat, I'ma drive it like a racecar My nigga looking like he seen a ghost, I told him quit the bars My other dawg, he fighting thirty years, he got five charges They done flicked us, I was riding with the bag, they had me talking proper [Chorus] I'm still a trapping ass nigga, I just rap for fun Playing with that money, we gon' wrap him up I tried to hit it raw, she told me wrap it up She tried to lay it down, I told her back it up Who you think I'm is, Tyson? The fuck I look like fighting? You fighting for your life, you touch me, we start a riot I fuck bad hoes, I don't even gotta pay 'em, you should try it Two hundred 'bows, that's all I want for Christmas, call Mariah I have them killers creeping through your bushes, I ain't gotta pay them This ho blowin' up my phone, I ain't even get to slay her I just let her suck my dick, she like you always playing Then I'm right back to that money, you know how I'm laying