Melodic Trapstar

Lyrics

[Intro] Trappin' all day Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still here, I'm still here I'm still here, I'm still here And I'm trappin' all day And I'm 'bout that dough [Chorus] I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way And I do what I want, nigga fuck what y'all say It's-It's-It's either my way or gang shooting broad day And I made record sales Jugging and finessing off my el cartel Trap-trap-trappin' out them hallways See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way [Verse 1] And we shooting broad day The way these things be singing you would think it's Broadway Fuck what the law say And I do what I want, nigga fuck what y'all say And I do the most Bloody stepping when I'm rocking Christian Loafs 10k for the feature, 40 for that snow 200 for the Lamb', 300 for that Ghost Yeah, and you can't hang with us Yeah, I know you flexing you can't bang with us 30 on a chain it ain't a thing to us Try and snatch my shit it get really dangerous [Refrain] I drive the Royce like it's a Nascar Hear my voice, melodic trapstar I keep on whippin' up until the crack hard Trappin' at the Front, Lakeshore my backyard [Chorus] I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way And I do what I want, nigga fuck what y'all say It's-It's-It's either my way or gang shooting broad day And I made record sales Jugging and finessing off my el cartel Trap-trap-trappin' out them hallways See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way [Verse 2] Kick door, burglary Niggas tried to murder me 100 bands in the trap, they're money for surgery I'm aiming for the head, you niggas aiming 3rd degree In the streets, Louboutin, courthouse, Burberry Can't fuck with no stupid bitch, dumb bitches irks me I can't go for now, my shooters perkin' These niggas lurkin', but I see 'em Courtz Gang, my hood like the coliseum I wouldn't wanna be 'em Mama don't like the hustle, but the bills paid How can I stay 100 when these bills change? I don't rock Louis V if it ain't flipped down UTM, SOS, bitch, we the shit now [Refrain] I drive the Royce like it's a Nascar Hear my voice, melodic trapstar I keep on whippin' up until the crack hard Trappin' at the Front, Lakeshore my backyard [Chorus] I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way And I do what I want, nigga fuck what y'all say It's-It's-It's either my way or gang shooting broad day And I made record sales Jugging and finessing off my el cartel Trap-trap-trappin' out them hallways See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way