Soulja Boy, Mango Foo - Trap Sauce lyrics
[Soulja Boy, Mango Foo - Trap Sauce lyrics]
Mango soulja
Young rich niggas, gang gang gang
Yeah, nigga you know what the fuck going on
Real northside shit
I'm getting to the money nigga
the fuck you think this is?
Bitch I was rich before I even had a deal
Call up the plug, I pour up a whole seal
Bust down my Roli, I iced out
Me and Mango, we bout to take a trip
Hit the highway with a
Hundred and fifty bricks
Hop out the Rari looking like the president
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house
Shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari
You know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch
You know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my
Put it in the air
Money gang niggas don't shoot in the air
You safe in your hood, don't come over here
Big mac 11 shoot him in the
I take the bricks, I make them disappear
That's not a new bitch
I fucked that bitch last year
Hit the wrong spot, nobody was there
In the Rari switching to the 5th gear
I been having
Trappin, riding around with that fellony
Grippin that Draco, ain't no nigga testing me
Stand in the trap, and whole thing
See a hundred everytime
In Zone 1 serving that cocaine
Get the fuck back, nigga don't know me
Whole thing moving so slowly
Bought a brick, could've bought me a Roli
Catch me in the trap, I'm grippin that Cobi
Drive that Mazerati just like it's stolen
I got that bag on me, they say I'm holding
Look at my pinky ring, shit frozen
I got them keys, keys Zaytoven
On my Bentley, I'm rolling
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house
Shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari
You know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch
You know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I got the dab flew
Jim Carey, bring the mask through
Got some people at your door with bad news
Came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms
Hit the pot, I gotta get the extras
Body slam a brick like wrestlers
Make your ho give me top in a tesla
Then I leave her, cause I got the best of her
YRN, and they say we some loonitics
Going in the pot like I'm Ludacris
I just bust down my watch with some lugy spit
I'm a thief in the night, I'm a hooligin
I don't rap, nigga I really do this shit
Yeah, yeah you got guns, shoot that shit
Imma beat the pot, black and blue the shit
I remix the rock, dope on my
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house
Shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari
You know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch
You know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my
Young rich niggas, gang gang gang
Yeah, nigga you know what the fuck going on
Real northside shit
I'm getting to the money nigga
the fuck you think this is?
Bitch I was rich before I even had a deal
Call up the plug, I pour up a whole seal
Bust down my Roli, I iced out
Me and Mango, we bout to take a trip
Hit the highway with a
Hundred and fifty bricks
Hop out the Rari looking like the president
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house
Shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari
You know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch
You know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my
Put it in the air
Money gang niggas don't shoot in the air
You safe in your hood, don't come over here
Big mac 11 shoot him in the
I take the bricks, I make them disappear
That's not a new bitch
I fucked that bitch last year
Hit the wrong spot, nobody was there
In the Rari switching to the 5th gear
I been having
Trappin, riding around with that fellony
Grippin that Draco, ain't no nigga testing me
Stand in the trap, and whole thing
See a hundred everytime
In Zone 1 serving that cocaine
Get the fuck back, nigga don't know me
Whole thing moving so slowly
Bought a brick, could've bought me a Roli
Catch me in the trap, I'm grippin that Cobi
Drive that Mazerati just like it's stolen
I got that bag on me, they say I'm holding
Look at my pinky ring, shit frozen
I got them keys, keys Zaytoven
On my Bentley, I'm rolling
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house
Shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari
You know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch
You know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I got the dab flew
Jim Carey, bring the mask through
Got some people at your door with bad news
Came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms
Hit the pot, I gotta get the extras
Body slam a brick like wrestlers
Make your ho give me top in a tesla
Then I leave her, cause I got the best of her
YRN, and they say we some loonitics
Going in the pot like I'm Ludacris
I just bust down my watch with some lugy spit
I'm a thief in the night, I'm a hooligin
I don't rap, nigga I really do this shit
Yeah, yeah you got guns, shoot that shit
Imma beat the pot, black and blue the shit
I remix the rock, dope on my
Trap sauce dripping on my
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house
Shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari
You know that my niggas shoot
Fucking your bitch
You know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my