Fredo - Rappin’ & Trappin’ lyrics
[Fredo - Rappin’ & Trappin’ lyrics]
My nigga picture it my whole wrist is lit
Used to take them pissy lifts
Was sleeping in my niggas crib
Still putting packs up in the microwaves
Customising diamond chains
Man we was lost and had to find a way
Smoking on gelato
These Louboutin's got the sparkle
I started with a half O with
The dreams to be a narco
Still, I can't wife a chick
Married to my Lyca chip
Sold a Z while writing this
My youngers shoot while cycling
I'm stuck up in this city
Full of flashy lights i keep it humble cos I
Never really had a life now my shoes
Top and jeans cost a pack of white
Still I trap at night
When will I be satisfied?
Guess it's just a trappers life
Cooking up them nina's, Z's get sacrificed
And if my brother's patronised
Somebody's getting Channel 5'd
Look I've got two scales I'm balancing
Two scales I'm patterning
As for this rappin' ting
It's sorta just happenin'
Should I hit the booth or
Go and whip the twos?
Got mad love for them little
Yutes that's hitting shoots, i did it too
He's getting smoked if we're in the mood
Little brother can't get to the hand
Ting told him bring the broom
But I ain't rapping 'bout no
Dip dips and four doors
Just touched up on four raw and
Now I got four more
Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores
Told him just link little bro
By the fourth floor man I just beat the case
So can somebody tell Latesha-Grace
That Fredo's tryna giver her D for days
I'm smoking weed and eating steak
Thinking that I need a break
But I won't stop 'til all
My G's are straight
Sitting down with Dotz chatting to
Him in the cemetery telling him that now I
Rap everyone remembers me
Miss the days when it was 'bout the
Fun and it was never P's
I know you're smiling down when I spend
Five bills on a Fendi tee
But maybe heaven is the place
That Fredo's meant to be
Cos down here on earth it ain't
Nuttin but fakes and jealousy
Still I'm loyal to the rules that's
Something you will never be
You want the fame so much so
It's something you will never see
She's clubbing every week
That's suttin' I will never breed
My own friends stole my gun
That something I will never leave
Now he's round with pagans and
That's fucking with me mentally
But I'm an Ace of Spades and
Them niggas come like Cherry B
That pussy stabbed me in my back
And it was very deep
Then I got locked for a shooting
Three stabbings and a hella tee
But I'ma let it be
Cos if my lawyer hears this
Rap due to wanna lecture
Me 'bout why the feds are vexed with me
Workers said Nick robbed him for some B
So I told him for a couple
Weeks you're shotting it for free
Same time I had his big
Sister dropping to her knees
She bust it open quick cos
I'm popping in the street
Used to take them pissy lifts
Was sleeping in my niggas crib
Still putting packs up in the microwaves
Customising diamond chains
Man we was lost and had to find a way
Smoking on gelato
These Louboutin's got the sparkle
I started with a half O with
The dreams to be a narco
Still, I can't wife a chick
Married to my Lyca chip
Sold a Z while writing this
My youngers shoot while cycling
I'm stuck up in this city
Full of flashy lights i keep it humble cos I
Never really had a life now my shoes
Top and jeans cost a pack of white
Still I trap at night
When will I be satisfied?
Guess it's just a trappers life
Cooking up them nina's, Z's get sacrificed
And if my brother's patronised
Somebody's getting Channel 5'd
Look I've got two scales I'm balancing
Two scales I'm patterning
As for this rappin' ting
It's sorta just happenin'
Should I hit the booth or
Go and whip the twos?
Got mad love for them little
Yutes that's hitting shoots, i did it too
He's getting smoked if we're in the mood
Little brother can't get to the hand
Ting told him bring the broom
But I ain't rapping 'bout no
Dip dips and four doors
Just touched up on four raw and
Now I got four more
Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores
Told him just link little bro
By the fourth floor man I just beat the case
So can somebody tell Latesha-Grace
That Fredo's tryna giver her D for days
I'm smoking weed and eating steak
Thinking that I need a break
But I won't stop 'til all
My G's are straight
Sitting down with Dotz chatting to
Him in the cemetery telling him that now I
Rap everyone remembers me
Miss the days when it was 'bout the
Fun and it was never P's
I know you're smiling down when I spend
Five bills on a Fendi tee
But maybe heaven is the place
That Fredo's meant to be
Cos down here on earth it ain't
Nuttin but fakes and jealousy
Still I'm loyal to the rules that's
Something you will never be
You want the fame so much so
It's something you will never see
She's clubbing every week
That's suttin' I will never breed
My own friends stole my gun
That something I will never leave
Now he's round with pagans and
That's fucking with me mentally
But I'm an Ace of Spades and
Them niggas come like Cherry B
That pussy stabbed me in my back
And it was very deep
Then I got locked for a shooting
Three stabbings and a hella tee
But I'ma let it be
Cos if my lawyer hears this
Rap due to wanna lecture
Me 'bout why the feds are vexed with me
Workers said Nick robbed him for some B
So I told him for a couple
Weeks you're shotting it for free
Same time I had his big
Sister dropping to her knees
She bust it open quick cos
I'm popping in the street