Trap Life lyrics

[Intro: Goonew & Lil Dude]
Goonrich, Goonrich, Goonrich (what the f*ck going on, man?)
Trapnana, trapnana (trapnana)
Goonrich, Goonrich
Ayy Goon, you know what the f*ck going on
Ayy dog

[Verse 1: Goonew]
I rock that trap life, no eat
You f*cking with Swav, then you f*cking with me
That 30 round hang, that's my G
We came with them sticks, drums when we meet
Southside b*tch with pretty feet
I got a little bad b*tch, South Beach
Chopper make him fold, n*gga, like a seat
I'm gone off the four, n*gga, off the creek

[Verse 2: Lil Dude]
Million dollar uptown popping
Yeah, we be rocking, ain't got an option
These n*ggas don't got an option
If they be watching, then we be popping
Down in the cut with my brodie
We've been in this sh*t, I might buy him a Rollie
Never speak on what my brother told me
Young n*gga sh*t, still f*cking with the OG's
[Verse 3: Goonew]
Me and Lil Dude need a Rollie
I'll call up my goons and I'll call up my brodies
I'll catch me a body and I'll bet they don't know me
I'll f*ck on that b*tch and I'll pass her to brodie
I'm shooting that gun 'cause I'm shooting like Kobe
I'll f*ck on that hoe and I'll take her to Kobe
f*ck that, sell them juggs to the dope dealers
Them junkies, they coming, you know that they know me

[Verse 4: Lil Dude]
I ain't got no big homie
Just a big 4-0 with me
Trill n*ggas always with me
Real n*ggas always feel me
Your b*tch bad, I'ma get with that
Catch a n*gga down bad, I'ma go get his ass
Trying to be a real n*gga when you a f*ck n*gga out here, going out sad
We came in with the bags
We came in with the halves
I got your b*tch on my di*k
She wanna come through, get on the plane, catch jet lag
Boom boom, hit on that toe tag
I shoot on the dribble, I'm making them so mad

[Outro: Goonew]
Yeah, Goon, yeah, yeah
b*tch, gang, gang, gang
Goonrich, yeah, yeah