Trapnese

Lyrics

[Intro] (Stevie killed the beat) [Verse 1: Hardo] Niggas know that I'm a problem, want me in that cage (Cage) Outchea like Saddam, twist a nigga's shit like braids (Braids) Trappin', trappin', walking bomb, got your bitch going both ways (Ways) She gon' drink the drip, she gon' drink the dick, Minute Maid (Maid) Get money on a bad day, we [?][0:29] Bricks selling at a fast pace, now they wanna raid (Raid) I had to shake 'em off my last case, Big O don't play (Play) That money bag, got a bag of chips, nigga, Frito-Lay (Lay) [Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo] AK back chopped off (Chopped off) On a hitman mission like James Bond (James Bond) Hitters like A-Rod (A-Rod) Hit 'em with the base like baseball (Baseball) Ho, hold on, ho can't see nothing like Ray Charles I got the drip, sauce Nigga, this is my run like I'm AWOL (AWOL) Lil' bro let the trey off Lil' bro shoot to score, he remind me of Chris Paul (Chris Paul) 2K, he get crisscrossed Two K's out the window, get picked off Them hollow tips hit hard Them bullets, I send 'em like Brett Favre (Brett Favre) Put lanes in your front yard While I loaf with the MAC in your backyard (Backyard) [Verse 3: Hardo] Nigga, that's back door (Back door) What you think I got thirty in the MAC for? You don't never bless the streets, you ain't a trap lord Every day, I'm chasing money, tryna stack more If you run down, it gotta be a sure shot Finesse the birds if them bitches ain't a pure flock So much work, I could run it up in full blocks So much work, I be cookin' out of four pots AK-47, got no stock Cameras on the cribs, you ain't gettin' no drop Thirty in the shit case you need more shots I'm just fuckin' bitches, I don't love no thots Baby girl probably ran through your whole family Last name what? Damn, this thing hereditary You sweet, fuck around, that'll get you buried Candyman, got hitters on Bloody Mary, uh [Verse 4: Jimmy Wopo] Young nigga ain't got no manners Sellin' the dope out my grandma's Orangutan, shit hold bananas Bitch, I'm a pit, I'm a panther I'm in designer, no "Panda" Baby girl, I understand you I'm like AI, I'm the answer I need a [?][1:50] Bustin' them bricks like a transfer Smokin' the dope and the cancer True and a Gucci bandana Ho, it's your knees and [?][1:59] Ain't tough, he just broke with a temper Big bro on parole with the Kemba I slap this shit to your [?] Kidnap him, he will not remember [Chorus: Hardo & Jimmy Wopo] I got a ho in Atlanta I wrap the snow up like Santa I pour a four in the Fanta Out of control with the hammer Go ask your mama, lil' nigga All of my niggas is killers Police in the city wan' ban us No college, we runnin' them bands up Broke-broke nigga, please Four-four, lemon squeeze Niggas know who got the keys You ain't talkin' trapnese Bitch, I'm trappin', what you need? Chopper jumpin' out my jeans Trappin' Hardo, Jimmy G's Niggas know it's trapnese I got a ho in Atlanta I wrap the snow up like Santa I pour a four in the Fanta Out of control with the hammer Go ask your mama, lil' nigga All of my niggas is killers Police in the city wan' ban us No college, we runnin' them bands up Broke-broke nigga, please Four-four, lemon squeeze Niggas know who got the keys You ain't talking trapnese Bitch, I'm trappin', what you need? Chopper jumpin' out my jeans Trappin' Hardo, Jimmy G's Niggas know it's trapnese [Outro: Jimmy Wopo] Rrah Hitters like A-Rod Ho can't get nothin'