Young Niggas Trappin’

Lyrics

[Chorus: JuiceDaSavage] Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play Served a hundred J's, and I'm out the trap house Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin [Verse 1: Tadoe] Young nigga trappin [?] nigga smoke is [?] shit Yeah that bullshit OG cookies, nigga and a backwood Hit the block, [?] Nigga [?] we gon smoke his ass Like a swisher nigga, [?] [?] [?] Don't try to cop an AMG, [?] You know how I'm coming You know how I want it I'm in the trap in the hallways counting [?] It's Glo Gang summer I think it's squad summer Niggas steady hate on us, cause we doing numbers A hundred fifty thou In them blue bucks I'm in a blue [?] [?] [?] spent a couple thou [?] this is not no [?] You a fucking [?] you a fucking cookie If you was posted on the block, I'll take your cookies Nigga that's what it is [?] Run up in the trap, tell a nigga give it up [?] [?] [Verse 2: JuiceDaSavage] [?] with the motherfucking [?] I ain't miss a nigga, Imma hit him in his shit [?] talking shit [?] fucked your main bitch Passed to Tadoe, fucked the gang bitch Know how we coming Know how we bumming Big [?] big [?] know how we rocking Big [?] bitch, [?] shit Hundreds all on us, undreds [?] Riding in the summer Riding on them hummers Riding in a jeap, [?] Know we doing numbers Knowing that we touring Knowing that we [?] Kowing that we rocking Knowing [?] rocking And we keep Glocks, so this nigga [?] Shoot him in his neck, now shoot him in his face We don't give a fuck, nigga get erased [Chorus: JuiceDaSavage] Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play Served a hundred J's, and I'm out the trap house Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin [Verse 3: Lil AJ] If we talking racks, ten in my pocket right now 30 on my hip, rest in peace Big Glo I'm that nigga in my section, yeah I get it poppin Everytime I cop a new whip, bitches panties droppin I had a 650, and I had a trap [?] We talking Coupe shit, rest in peace [?] When the Glock speak, yeah [?] Aired his ass out [?] he was an easy target We all in [?] money, yeah we gloed up Everytime I [?] you know we pouring 4's up We keep it lit, from the Bay to L.A Big uzi in the stash, back seat is the K We keep it lit, for that nigga [?] [?] 40 on my hip I keep it on me When it get to boppin, niggas better pick sides [?] Mr. Nice Guy [Verse 4: Philthy Rich] Eh Mr. Nice Guy Nigga the Wraith doors suicide Slide down my block, that's suicide Nigga won't make it through the night I'm in [?] with [?] Off the syrup, fucking caught a body Sem City Ice City The K hold a hundred fifty The IA cost a hundred fifty All this ice cost a hundred fifty Rest in peace to Big Glo Eh rest in peace to Capo Rest in peace to [?] Got your main bitch choosing I'm freestyling in the booth bitch I heard them niggas got loose lips [Chorus: JuiceDaSavage] Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways Gotta toat dracs, Glocks, sticks all day Me and Tadoe make a hundred, fuck a play Served a hundred J's, and I'm out the trap house Young nigga trappin out the fucking halways Young nigga trappin out the fucking hallways Young nigga trappin Young nigga trappin