FB, Smiley - Trappin Ain't Dead lyrics

Ouuu sOS
Gang

Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why
You niggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why
You niggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun

Black mask and a black gun
I’m sitting in the trap ‘till the pack done
She a freak
She let me nut on her damn tongue
Free smoke and that’s for any damn one
Call the plug we need another key
Lil nigga stuck on a half of b
I’m getting money pussy niggas
Wanna rat on me
And I don’t go nowhere unless my gat on me
Abaay abaay, that’s real talk
Still in the trap when it get hot
Catch a opp and let my shit go bridge cocked
North Jane yeah we got the whole shit locked
Shout out Smiley you’re a real one
My younging with me he just wanna kill some
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Real niggas only run when the cops come

Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why
You niggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why
You niggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun

Seen 12 on my ass had to do the race
That 8 4 gun didn’t leave a trace
Smiley too important he can’t catch a case
Since these bitches like to talk
Make ‘em give me face
Uh, ew, in the weirdest place
Been drinking all week gave
Her a weirder taste
Been trapping all month I can’t catch a sleep
Chef’s like Cancer late night that’s my g
That’s my OG and free Norri
Niggas claiming Buy Or Bye and don’t know me
Lil bitch can’t even leave cause she owe me
Got her working hard shawty
Wanna fucking sleep when she give me head
Only time she got a nigga weak
Only time she got a nigga weak
Just got a Glock 9 and it’s fucking neat
Last year this time 11 did a sweep

Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why
You niggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why
You niggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun