Trapped Too Much

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] (If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough) Ayy KrispyLife Just like this, mmm [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] 50 in the club, they let me in with it I don't wanna have no rap battle, I like to kill niggas Tryna keep my composure, but I'm off these pills trippin' Knocked his cabbage on the ground, ain't no way you still livin' My nigga was finna grab five, I told him grab ten We beat out everybody price, tell 'em tap in Put some money on your head, I used my backend I'm mad to statistics, I just killed another Black man Fuck your latest trend, boy, I ain't no dancer, nigga Fuck what you call it, boy, I put my hands on bitches Like I'm tryna put him on some pussy, I put Gramz in women Got my jeans frustrated, I keep stuffin' bands in 'em [Verse 2: Clean Up Man] My feet hurt around this bitch the way I stand on business Got my feet hurt around this bitch the way I cut his grizzy Like you the hotdog man, you got hit with glizzy It ain't take much to get the head, I pulled up with Krispy I've been gettin' pape', unlike you broke niggas Street nigga, I'm in Ridgecrest fuckin' a Glorilla More mon-more money, more problems, I brought more pistols Dropped a hundred shots, I could outscore the whole Pistons If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough I seen that lil' spot you workin' out, you don't slap enough Female artist hit me for a feature, you tryna rap or fuck? I'm horny, I ain't tryna hear your song, baby, wrap it up [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Fucked two hoes in one night, I'm a horn ball The hoes don't really fuck with you 'cause you a cornball I tell a lot of bread come with this meat like a corn dog I hit her deep with this meat, I feel sorry for them forewalls I'm in the club a hundred deep, pick your poison Had to stomp a nigga, now I'm mad about my Forces I love my bitch rock the bob, she look like Dora I know a bad bitch that suck your dick for a quarter [Verse 4: Clean Up Man] Fiend up, nigga, you would spend your last on a quarter Only got two hundred dollars, we spent your last on some Jordans Sittin' on that bag from a month ago, you a hoarder Ten thousand, one store, this shit ain't normal Had to be a man about my shit, strap my nuts on Like the chop doin' a dance, you would get krumped on We out here really slammin' on shit, don't get dunked on If you ain't tryna get no pape' out here, then get the fuck on [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Am I overreactin' or I'm just the realest nigga? Niggas get drunk and tender and try to take that pussy with 'em I pray and thank God every day, I'm not no pussy nigga A nigga could never catch up with me, he can just see me livin' In Cleveland watchin' the Browns, smack all on the Jets My nigga tote a revolver, this the Wild West I pulled up with 30 on me, they done found Steph Baptize a bitch in the club, who I'ma drown next? [Verse 6: Clean Up Man] If I pull up with this K, I'ma make a mess Put some pep in your shit, you takin' baby steps If you fuckin' with the opps, you gon' get the belt If you wanna come cop it, all I got is an eighthy left