Trappin On Forgis*

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lex] Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Broke ass bitches can't afford this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga call phones when i slide through I've been that boy since high school I keep carats they tryna ride with us But these hoes can't keep ride with us Young Lex trappin' out the bando Young Lex shooters got ammo Young Lex been bout the curb Young Lex got that work [Verse 1: Lex ] Keep some bands on me, shawty do your dance on me Your body ecstasy, lean up next to me [Chorus: Lex] Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Broke ass bitches can't afford this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Trae tha Truth] Runnin' through a sack like voodoo Fuckin' up a check get more dough I was in the whip movin solo Chain hittin low like a low blow Mixtape getting copped no robo Work getting chopped no four door Fuck these niggas I don't fuck with them Let my money give it to 'em no homo [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] I was fresh out Texas copped and drop a slick Yeah these forgis sick I copped a Dr. King In the streets my queen I chose to lock her Blueprint it, just like Hov, I chose to Roc her Money got me stockin, name is poppin' Coupe today, the whip it ain't for toppin' Everything'll go it ain't for stoppin' They say it's my time like I was clockin' Should've got your money up instead of talkin' Counting up my pockets while you niggas walkin' Diamonds on me killin' niggas, get a coffin' Playing with the water like a set of dolphins I don't need a hater if it wouldn't off him Get me more, I hear the flicks I'm only nicks, like who was next To sit, you disrespect take off like jets And end up X'd forreal [Chorus: Lex] Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Broke ass bitches can't afford this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: T.I. & Lex] Big stacks of the [?] [?] bitch eating a ten piece And nigga, I don't give a damn about your [?] fuck around [?] Poppin trunks [?] me and Trae, ho [?] I tell my nigga London Jae, [?] fade away [?] San Diego [?] curbe with it 40 pointers in the [?] [?] a nigga [?] [?] bitches from here to Marti Grah [?] Bentley with your friend Cash out on the [?] with the [?] Pull up in an Astin [?] Mac 10 Headshot, take a nigga off like [?] [?] automobiels, swerving like [?] [?] all of these hoes, serving all of these lames [?] ratchet as fuck Still we stacking it up Put that on the chopper, my cousin keep in the back of the truck Me, Tokeo and [?] [?] [?] snake Laugh at you, know that you fake [?] [?] fuck it, let's see what the lord will say [Chorus: Lex] Whippin' and I'm trappin' on some Forgis Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Broke ass bitches can't afford this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga call phones when i slide through I've been that boy since high school I keep carats they tryna ride with us But these hoes can't keep ride with us Young Lex trappin' out the bando Young Lex shooters got ammo Young Lex been bout the curb Young Lex got that work