Trap Jumpin

Lyrics

[Intro] Trap Gospel Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] Yeah, I heard the rumors (Huh) Word around town they said, "Q, he ain't a shooter" (He ain't a what?) Don't make me walk down with the Ruger I got respect with the tech this shit produced by Lex Luger How you gon' disrespect the gangster? I might just shoot at your Uber Apply pressure to da' pack, nigga, I ain't cooking noodles Hang wit' all Pitbulls these niggas hang out wit' poodles Heard he flexin', heard he stuntin', so you know I gotta move 'em Da' folks say ho on the block I had to get it by myself A lot a gas, a lot of Molly, I keep guns pace by my belt If a nigga think he cool bet this bullet make him melt Close mouths don't get fed told your bitch to help herself Niggas out here snitchin', on God, I won't say nothin' Trap house jumpin' Junkies keep on runnin' (Comin') I done seen niggas switch up over a woman (Wow) Swervin' they ain't nothin', the loyalty make it somethin' (Hello) Shooters hoppin' out with the .40 on they hips Everybody around me servin' zips and maybe bricks I don't you so don't fuck around wit' me Who gon' shoot first? it might be a murder scene [Verse 2: D-Loww] Who gon' shoot first? I let these tech squirt I'ma expert at lettin' guns work I gotta lotta money from my scale and my stove (Scale and my stove) If he ain't go to jail, then the nigga probably told (For real) I done kick a couple niggas [does?] but I won't tell a soul Have these niggas talkin' ganster, all these niggas hoes (I'm out) I'm talkin' [business?][1:36] and selling drugs, I even robbed some stores Niggas think I'm lyin', nigga, just go ask my folks [Verse 3: Q Da Fool] Put his lil' ass out his misery Run down with heavy artillery Trappin' out largo wit' PBG (Gang) All dese keys ain't not symphony I punish the pussy she fearin' me (Fearin' me) I hope out the jeep buss some 223's (Bah) I'm fuckin' they hoes so they envy me The clippers real long like a centipede (Gang, gang, gang) Pop me a bottle more energy Pourin' the more my remedy (Remedy) Berretta 45 that's my mini me (Bah!) Bullet pull up in a finite (Skrr, skrr) [?][2:00] be cookin', got recipes (Woof, woof) Heaven or hell your destiny (Destiny) Wildin' out ain't no checkin' me (No checkin' me) Ridin' round with that check on me (That check on me) Pull up on blocks like ayy (Ayy, ayy) They know I got that cake (Got that cake) Bitches on me 'cause they know I got that money ('Cause they know I got that money) Straight drop molly turn you to a mummy (Turn you to a mummy) Came along way from Trey 5's now I got onions Now I got onions my trap be bumpin' (Bumpin' bumpin') My trap be j-j-j-j-jumpin' my shit be jumpin' My phone be jumpin' (Hello, hello) Bitches on my line, yeah, they straight gunkin' [Interlude] But I'on love 'em (I just fuck 'em) Trap god (Fuck 'em) I just fuck 'em I just fuck 'em? (Trap gospel, nigga) Ayy, after we fuck 'em what we do bro? (Ayy, believe in this shit, nigga) Nigga, yeah we duck 'em [Verse 3: ] I be wit' lions, you be with rats Lil' D gon' get his ass Q Da Fool really play with bats You know the gang came to pop some tags Send my young niggas on his ass We get the drugs and the mask (Mask) If I go broke I put on the mask (Mask) Trust me I won't spare my last [Outro] Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Fuck it is, man Trap Gospel Trap boy gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Bro, you a fool, bro