GetRichZay, Guapo - TRAPPIN ASS lyrics
[GetRichZay, Guapo - TRAPPIN ASS lyrics]
(Huh, I need 100 Keyz)
Ayy, I'm tryna free all my niggas, I scream
"Fuck the feds"
(Fuck the feds)
Ayy, fuck the opps, drop that bag
Send Zay to shoot 'em in they head
Ayy, knock out niggas dreads, bitch
We tryna spin
(Tryna spin)
Ayy, we don't give a fuck
'bout who you with
We shoot at niggas friend
(Bah, bah, bah, bah, friend)
Keep that pistol tucked
We'll touch shit up 'cause I
Ain't tryna shake a hand
(No shakin' hand)
I ain't tryna be these rappers friend (Ayy)
Ayy, lil' Trae take niggas down for bands
(Down for bands)
We the ones that got that traphouse
Jumpin' with our trappin' ass
(Our trappin' ass, trap)
Ayy, I ain't like these rappers
Please don't mix me with they cappin' ass
(Cappin' ass)
Yeah, this bitch hold my firе in her
Bag with her lil' ratchet ass
(Firе, yeah)
Uh, aight, nigga gon' get right on your ass
Nigga can't get no pass
(Uh, let's go)
Yeah, outside
We gon' drop a hundred shots
When we ride past
(Hundred shots, bah, bah, bah)
Uh, want him dead, get back on his head
Gotta secure that bag
(Gotta secure that, uh)
Yeah, come on, Lil Flip get that chop
He make shit pop like soda can
(Ayy, Lil Flip)
Ayy, why the fuck this opp keep
Sayin' my name on live?
(Why?) I don't know they name (Name)
Ayy, spin they block
We make niggas run like the ice cream man
(Yeah)
Ayy, sticks and Glocks
We got plenty chops just like a China man
(Aight, come on)
Ayy, I'm tryna free all my niggas, I scream
"Fuck the feds"
Ayy, fuck the opps, drop that bag
Send Zay to shoot 'em in they head
Ayy, knock out niggas dreads, bitch
We tryna spin
Ayy, we don't give a fuck
'bout who you with
We shoot at niggas friend
Keep that pistol tucked
We'll touch shit up 'cause I
Ain't tryna shake a hand
I ain't tryna be these rappers friend
Ayy, lil' Trae take niggas down for bands
We the ones that got that traphouse
Jumpin' with our trappin' ass
Ayy, I ain't like these rappers
Please don't mix me with they cappin' ass
Ayy, I'm tryna free all my niggas, I scream
"Fuck the feds"
(Fuck the feds)
Ayy, fuck the opps, drop that bag
Send Zay to shoot 'em in they head
Ayy, knock out niggas dreads, bitch
We tryna spin
(Tryna spin)
Ayy, we don't give a fuck
'bout who you with
We shoot at niggas friend
(Bah, bah, bah, bah, friend)
Keep that pistol tucked
We'll touch shit up 'cause I
Ain't tryna shake a hand
(No shakin' hand)
I ain't tryna be these rappers friend (Ayy)
Ayy, lil' Trae take niggas down for bands
(Down for bands)
We the ones that got that traphouse
Jumpin' with our trappin' ass
(Our trappin' ass, trap)
Ayy, I ain't like these rappers
Please don't mix me with they cappin' ass
(Cappin' ass)
Yeah, this bitch hold my firе in her
Bag with her lil' ratchet ass
(Firе, yeah)
Uh, aight, nigga gon' get right on your ass
Nigga can't get no pass
(Uh, let's go)
Yeah, outside
We gon' drop a hundred shots
When we ride past
(Hundred shots, bah, bah, bah)
Uh, want him dead, get back on his head
Gotta secure that bag
(Gotta secure that, uh)
Yeah, come on, Lil Flip get that chop
He make shit pop like soda can
(Ayy, Lil Flip)
Ayy, why the fuck this opp keep
Sayin' my name on live?
(Why?) I don't know they name (Name)
Ayy, spin they block
We make niggas run like the ice cream man
(Yeah)
Ayy, sticks and Glocks
We got plenty chops just like a China man
(Aight, come on)
Ayy, I'm tryna free all my niggas, I scream
"Fuck the feds"
Ayy, fuck the opps, drop that bag
Send Zay to shoot 'em in they head
Ayy, knock out niggas dreads, bitch
We tryna spin
Ayy, we don't give a fuck
'bout who you with
We shoot at niggas friend
Keep that pistol tucked
We'll touch shit up 'cause I
Ain't tryna shake a hand
I ain't tryna be these rappers friend
Ayy, lil' Trae take niggas down for bands
We the ones that got that traphouse
Jumpin' with our trappin' ass
Ayy, I ain't like these rappers
Please don't mix me with they cappin' ass