Eddy Baker - Trap Baby lyrics

Trap Baby 90s not the 80s
Imma Trap Baby do this on the daily
Imma Trap Baby drove My Momma Crazy
Imma Trap Baby fuck You pay me

I was trapping hella hard
Flipping hella packs
In my homies car, drugs all up in the back
We would swerve swerve swerve all
Up in the burbs we would serve serve serve
Hood niggas are nerds
Had to get to the money yeah I had to earn
Taking hella risks nigga had no insurance
Way back in 06' caught my first pack
Same summer got robbed but I came right back
Nigga running through them pounds
With my nigga Ronnie
We stay smoking all the profit
We didn't make no money
Member' running through them pounds
I think back on that shit
And I laugh it's funny
Louisville Kentucky where I served
My first onion
Made some stacks at the opera shoutout ATL
I got caught up back at
But I still ain't tell
I'm a muthafuckin hustler
All i know is sales
I go hard body bitch all you niggas frail
Yeah