SCY Jimm - Trained to Trap lyrics
[SCY Jimm - Trained to Trap lyrics]
(RJBaNKS on the beat) yeah, tell 'em
"Come join the movement"
What doing you toting that, mm
Can't get enough of bending
I be rapping, but my dawg
Can't get enough of spinning
I ain't never bending
You know we trained to trap, pussy, ayy
You know we trained to trap
(yeah) , tell 'em
"Come join the movement" (Come here)
What you doing toting that Glock knowing
You ain't gon use it? (What you doing, jit?)
I go back broke, it ain't no telling, bitch
I might just lose it (Huh?)
It ain't shit to mask up late
Night and say, "Fuck this music, " yeah
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah) i be rapping
But my dawg can't get еnough of spinning
Go ask about me, bitch, I'm solid
I ain't never bеnding know my face gator
Get you whacked for not a fucking penny
(Glaow, baow) glock on my hip 'cause I got
Racks all in these fucking skinnies
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Niggas know me very well (Huh?)
When I say my niggas trap for real
This ain't no fairytale
(Ayy, we trained to trap)
It's still free Taz
These niggas folding off an E in jail
(Ayy, ayy, free my brother)
Nigga run up wrong, I'ma drop his ass
Save me a chair in Hell, nah, for real
(Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, baow, bitch)
Them crackers know they fucked up when
They let my ass out (Huh?)
Nigga, pick a side, keep switching lanes
Ya ass gon' crash out (Skrrt, glaow, baow)
Got a pot with fene
I let her spin until she pass out
(Let her what?)
It was good when I was broke, came up
Now I'm the bad guy (Mm)
You been outchea for the longest
How you still ain't made shit?
He low key got pressure
But don't never say shit
12 be on them iPhones
I don't never save shit (Huh?)
I love toting them Glocks, but
That FN my favorite, yeah
(For real) careful through the week
I know the narcs be out on Tuesday
Couldn't find no lean, so right now
I'm on this Dussé
You saying I ain't got my fire
It must be April Fools' Day (Ahahaha)
Thought I was packing clothes
I whipped that chopper out a suitcase
(Grlaow, ayy, baow, baow, baow)
He my son, so I'm his dad, run up
That's a nigga ass bigger stick, bigger bag
I see why these niggas mad
Bro been clutching on his tool
Wanna squeeze that trigger bad
He said we ain't getting money, how
The fuck you figured that, lil' nigga?
You know we trained to trap
(yeah) , tell 'em
"Come join the movement" (Come here)
What you doing toting that Glock knowing
You ain't gon use it? (What you doing, jit?)
I go back broke, it ain't no telling, bitch
I might just lose it
(Grlaow, baow, baow huh?)
It ain't shit to mask up late
Night and say, "Fuck this music, " yeah
(yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, baow)
"Come join the movement"
What doing you toting that, mm
Can't get enough of bending
I be rapping, but my dawg
Can't get enough of spinning
I ain't never bending
You know we trained to trap, pussy, ayy
You know we trained to trap
(yeah) , tell 'em
"Come join the movement" (Come here)
What you doing toting that Glock knowing
You ain't gon use it? (What you doing, jit?)
I go back broke, it ain't no telling, bitch
I might just lose it (Huh?)
It ain't shit to mask up late
Night and say, "Fuck this music, " yeah
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah) i be rapping
But my dawg can't get еnough of spinning
Go ask about me, bitch, I'm solid
I ain't never bеnding know my face gator
Get you whacked for not a fucking penny
(Glaow, baow) glock on my hip 'cause I got
Racks all in these fucking skinnies
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Niggas know me very well (Huh?)
When I say my niggas trap for real
This ain't no fairytale
(Ayy, we trained to trap)
It's still free Taz
These niggas folding off an E in jail
(Ayy, ayy, free my brother)
Nigga run up wrong, I'ma drop his ass
Save me a chair in Hell, nah, for real
(Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, baow, bitch)
Them crackers know they fucked up when
They let my ass out (Huh?)
Nigga, pick a side, keep switching lanes
Ya ass gon' crash out (Skrrt, glaow, baow)
Got a pot with fene
I let her spin until she pass out
(Let her what?)
It was good when I was broke, came up
Now I'm the bad guy (Mm)
You been outchea for the longest
How you still ain't made shit?
He low key got pressure
But don't never say shit
12 be on them iPhones
I don't never save shit (Huh?)
I love toting them Glocks, but
That FN my favorite, yeah
(For real) careful through the week
I know the narcs be out on Tuesday
Couldn't find no lean, so right now
I'm on this Dussé
You saying I ain't got my fire
It must be April Fools' Day (Ahahaha)
Thought I was packing clothes
I whipped that chopper out a suitcase
(Grlaow, ayy, baow, baow, baow)
He my son, so I'm his dad, run up
That's a nigga ass bigger stick, bigger bag
I see why these niggas mad
Bro been clutching on his tool
Wanna squeeze that trigger bad
He said we ain't getting money, how
The fuck you figured that, lil' nigga?
You know we trained to trap
(yeah) , tell 'em
"Come join the movement" (Come here)
What you doing toting that Glock knowing
You ain't gon use it? (What you doing, jit?)
I go back broke, it ain't no telling, bitch
I might just lose it
(Grlaow, baow, baow huh?)
It ain't shit to mask up late
Night and say, "Fuck this music, " yeah
(yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, baow)