Trappin Ain’t Dead lyrics

by

Smiley_61st


[Intro: FB]
Ouuu
SOS
Gang

[Hook: FB]
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why you n*ggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why you n*ggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun

[Verse 1: FB]
Black mask and a black gun
I’m sitting in the trap ‘till the pack done
She a freak, she let me nut on her damn tongue
Free smoke and that’s for any damn one
Call the plug we need another key
Lil n*gga stuck on a half of b
I’m getting money pus*y n*ggas wanna rat on me
And I don’t go nowhere unless my gat on me
Abaay abaay, that’s real talk
Still in the trap when it get hot
Catch a opp and let my sh*t go bridge c*cked
North Jane yeah we got the whole sh*t locked
Shout out Smiley you’re a real one
My younging with me he just wanna kill some
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Real n*ggas only run when the cops come
[Hook]
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why you n*ggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why you n*ggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun

[Verse 2: Smiley_61st]
Seen 12 on my ass had to do the race
That 8 4 gun didn’t leave a trace
Smiley too important he can’t catch a case
Since these b*tches like to talk make ‘em give me face
Uh, ew, in the weirdest place
Been drinking all week gave her a weirder taste
Been trapping all month I can’t catch a sleep
Chef’s like Cancer late night that’s my g
That’s my OG and free Norri
n*ggas claiming Buy Or Bye and don’t know me
Lil b*tch can’t even leave cause she owe me
Got her working hard shawty wanna f*cking sleep
When she give me head, only time she got a n*gga weak
Only time she got a n*gga weak
Just got a Glock 9 and it’s f*cking neat
Last year this time 11 did a sweep
[Hook]
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why you n*ggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
Money coming in you know I gotta get a bag
Trappin ain’t dead so why you n*ggas getting mad?
No handouts, chances make champs son
Black mask, black gloves and a black gun
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